Chapter 4

S2 Episode Four

SUMMARY: Stiles witnesses a new attack firsthand. The pack tries to get a hold of the bestiary. Y/N and Scott continue the dating charade and finally find out what the hell the new monster is.

WORD COUNT: 7719 *gasps and clutches pearls*

TW: cursing, arguing i feel like i need to stop posting a tw bc these mfs stay cursing and arguing

“They’re coming back, so we don’t have much time to talk,” Deaton explained before checking Scott’s wound, only to see a healthy scar beginning to disappear. “Delvoux blood. Powerful stuff, huh?”

“How do you know all of this?” Scott questioned as you stepped back towards Stiles, his hand instantly made his way to the small of your back. “Actually how do you know anything?”

“It’s a long story,” He replied. “What I can tell you is that I know about your kind. Your kind, I can help. Y/N, I can only tell you what I know. The rest is up to you. But this?”

He motioned over his shoulder.

“This is something different.”

“Do you know what did it?” You asked, desperately wanting to ask more questions about his previous comment but refraining due to the urgency of the situation.

“No. But the Argents will. And this is the crucial part,” Deaton looked back at Scott, speaking urgently. “They’ll have some kind of record or book. Little have descriptions, history, notations of all the things they’ve discovered.”

“All the things?” Stiles whined. “How many different things are there?”

“They’re here,” Scott breathed. You both looked over at him with wide eyes before you all opted to run into the dark hallway that led towards the kennels. Scott made sure to stand the closest to the door in an effort to protect his best friends. His eyes looked over at you before slowly putting his index finger to his lips. You nodded.

“I’m starting to think I need to buy a more prominent close sign,” Deaton spoke, warning you all of their presence. Stiles noticed the fear in your eyes and took your hand in his reassuringly.

You all listened into the tense conversation; the creature had easily cut through bone and organs with a single swipe. It was evident that it was no longer just werewolves and hunters you needed to fear; this was an entirely new beast. Something faster, stronger, and more dangerous. It didn’t seek to eat prey like the usual natural predators; it’s only purpose was to kill.

After they left, Deaton told you all to go home. He didn’t want you to stay too long with this killer on the loose. You all crawled back into your car and made your way to the Beacon Hills car shop. You all spoke of the night before deciding to put a pin in the conversation so that you could all gather your thoughts and brainstorm ideas.

“Are you sure you don’t want us to come with you?” You furrowed your brows.

“Yeah, I’m sure. It’s gonna take about an hour anyway. You need to get the car back to your dad. I don’t want you to piss him off,” Stiles smiled. You sighed. “I’ll be fine. Get outta here!”

“Okay! Okay!” You laughed as he reached over to kiss your cheek before making his exit. Scott was quick to take the front seat. “God, I can’t wait to have my own car.”

“Join the club,” He chuckled before you drove away. You had intended on driving him back to his car but you took off into one of your usual conversations, stopping to sing along to one of your dad’s infamous burned CDs. You pulled into the school parking lot and parked next to Melissa’s car, only to spend the next hour and a half chatting and giggling. Once the much needed, lighthearted conversation came to a lull, you both decided to talk about the night’s events again for the next twenty minutes.

“I think it should be pretty easy to convince Allison to help us get that journal,” Scott shrugged, readjusting in his seat before sighing. “I’m actually still a little bummed that she canceled on me tonight. I was really looking forward to seeing her tonight.”

“Oh, I’m sure you were,” You rolled your eyes, making him laugh. “Hey, at least you got to spend time with your best friend!”

“Yeah, except he had to go to the shop,” Scott smirked. Your jaw dropped as you playfully punched his arm.

“Asshole!” You laughed.

“I’m kidding! I’m kidding!” He giggled. “This has actually been really nice.“

The sound of your distinct ringtone went off, reminding you that it had been well over an hour since you’ve heard from your boyfriend. You looked down and saw his caller ID.

“Hold that thought,” You smiled before answering. “Hello?”

“Y/N. Could you come pick me up?” Stiles’ voice sounded frantic.

“Yeah. What’s wrong?” You sat up, gaining Scott’s full attention. The car fell to silence, only the sound of the faint rainfall and phone call protruded through it.

“I saw the monster,” His voice was shaky. “I have no clue how it did it but it paralyzed me somehow.”

“Oh my god. Are you okay?” You felt your heart sink.

“Yeah,Iam but..” He trailed off. Just from the way he spoke, you knew he saw the monster claim its latest victim. He sighed. “Can you, uh.. could you come pick me up?“

“We’re on the way,” You responded. Scott buckled in again as you sped back towards Tucker’s garage. It didn’t take very long to arrive seeing as you frantically sped down the streets of Beacon Hills. You were greeted with a line up of cop cars and ambulances. “What the hell..?”

Scott looked over to catch Stiles walk towards the car before taking a seat in the back of your father’s car. You both turned to him, hearing his shaky breaths. The rain had now picked up. He was soaked.

“I saw it. I had temporary paralysis too but it didn’t come anywhere near me. I think it was from skin contact to its venom,” He began, looking at his hands. He went on to explain everything he saw and experienced that night; the reptilian beast, the way it crushed Tucker, the way it just ran away after seeing him. “Deaton was right. It’s not like you. I mean, its eyes were almost, like… reptilian. But there was something about them.”

“What do you mean?” Scott asked.

“You know when you see, like, a friend in a Halloween mask, but all you can see are their eyes? And you feel like you know ‘em, but you just can’t figure out who it is?” Stiles finally looked up, careful to avoid your gaze. Your soft, caring, ever-loving gaze; it would cripple him emotionally after witnessing the horrendous death of a man. You didn’t take it to heart, you knew him well enough to realize that he was trying his hardest to push off the impending panic attack.

“Are you saying you know who it is?” Scott furrowed his brow.

“No,” Stiles shook his head, looking back down for a second. “But I think it knew me.”

———

You dropped Scott off at the school once again before driving back to your place. The second he hopped in front, you didn’t pressure him to talk. You simply took his hand in yours and asked, “Your place or mine?”

“Can we drop by my house so I can pick up some clothes? I can’t drive us to school tomorrow because they’re impounding my Jeep,” Stiles’ eyes wandered to your delicate hand in his own, rubbing at the back of it with his thumb.

“I almost forgot about that. Yeah, for sure,” You nodded, making a quick stop at his house and quickly returning to your father’s apartment. You explained enough of the night’s events to your dad. He wasn’t angry and even agreed to letting Stiles stay the night again. You warmed up leftovers and ate in a comfortable silence before going to bed.

Stiles finally opened up about the night; not just the events but how they made him feel. The task that had been impossible in the past was effortless when he had you in his arms. Being vulnerable around you was second nature now, especially when you rubbed his chest the way you were in that moment.

You fell asleep before him, and with that, so did his racing mind. His thoughts slowly came to a stop the more he talked to you, but nothing calmed him down more than when he heard the familiar sounds of your drowsy breathing. He rested easy with your arm wrapped lazily around his torso as you slept peacefully beside him.

———

“I’m so sorry about the other day. I’m trying. We’ll get through this. Uh, I know, because I love you. I love you more than-“ Stiles cut himself off at the sound of your giggles, looking away from Scott before groaning. “Oh, my God, I can’t. You and Allison just have to find a better way to communicate.”

“Come on, you guys are the only ones that we can trust!” Scott pleased before shifting his attention to you. “Is she coming to the game tonight?”

“Mhm. She said she wouldn’t miss it for the world,” You smiled. “But we really need to get that journal. I’d offer to go talk to her but I have class in a couple minutes.”

“I think Deaton meant to call it a Bestiary,” Stiles replied.

“What?” Scott asked.

“A Bestiary.”

“I think you mean bestiality,” Scott giggled.

“No, dumbass. It’s like an encyclopedia of mythical creatures,” You chuckled.

“How am I the only one who doesn’t know anything about this stuff?”

“Okay, you’re our best friend, you’re a creature of the night… It’s kind of, like, a priority of ours,” Stiles explained.

“Okay. If we can find it, it can tell us what this thing is-“ Scott began.

“And who,” You chimed in.

“…We need that book!” The boys shouted simultaneously.

“Keep me updated?” You stood up, gathering your book and binder into your arms. “I really need to get to class.”

———

“She thought it was bestiality too?!” You threw your head back in laughter as you drove Stiles to the Lacrosse field for the game. “I do not want to know what’s going on in their heads.”

“That’s exactly what I said!” He grinned. “Thanks for the ride. I gotta go warm up! I love you!”

“I love you too,” You giggled, getting out of the car. The stadium was already filling up with eager lacrosse fans.

Your eyes panned over the crowd, seeing Allison sitting with her grandfather and making a mental note to steer clear until she gave you the signal for when she got a hold of the keys. You opted to take a seat next to Melissa, hugging her as you greeted her.

“Hi, sweetheart!” She grinned, holding you tightly before scooting over and patting the seat next to her. “I was saving you a seat.”

“Thank you!” You smiled, happily plopping down next to her.

“I find it so odd that you want to sit next to me instead of your friends,” She laughed.

“We’ve been lacrosse buddies since middle school! I’m not about to give up that title just because I made new friends this year,” You shrugged. “Plus, you’re cooler than they are.”

“You mind telling Scott that?” Melissa joked, making you chuckle. “Oh! It’s starting!”

You watched as the boy nicknamed The Abomination plowed through a good percentage of the team, leaving Coach no choice but to play the kids he would otherwise never give a chance. You looked over at Allison to see her holding out three fingers as the keys dangled from her hand. The signal.

“I’ll be right back,” You excused yourself.

“Okay, sweetie,” Melissa smiled. “I’m gonna go get some popcorn.”

You both got up and walked your separate ways. You made your way to Allison, reaching for the keys, only to see Stiles’ hand beat you to it. He looked back and smirked as you jogged to catch up to him, making his way to the school.

“Hey! That was my job,” You giggled.

“Sorry, I just couldn’t stand to watch that Hulk of a man break another set of legs,” He shivered.

“Jesus, that guy is OP as fuck,” You huffed. “You think he’s a werewolf?”

“No, Scott would’ve noticed by now I think,” He shook his head.

“Oh, so he’s on steroids,” You smiled at the ground as you stepped onto the sidewalk.

“Oh yeah. Man’s roided up,” He chuckled. “Man, I really thought it was him too. I don’t think this is gonna be as easy as we thought it was.”

“What? Who said this was gonna be easy?” You laughed.

“Scott,” Stiles paused as you raised your brows. “Okay, yeah. That’s on me for believing him. He’s a dumbass.”

“Such a dumbass. But he’s our dumbass,” You commented, making him chuckle.

You continued to talk for a few more minutes before you heard sobbing coming from a familiar car. “Oh my god. Is that Lydia?”

“Fuck,” You breathed. “I should probably go talk to her. You good going in by yourself?”

“Yeah, it should be easy enough. Go check up on her, I got this covered,” He smiled, giving you a quick kiss before jogging into the building. You drew in a breath, still a little bitter about the way she treated you the other night. Regardless, you swallowed your pride and walked up to her car.

“Hey, Lydia,” You said softly, making her jump. “It’s just me. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” She wiped her tears. “It’s okay if you don’t wanna talk. I’ve been such a bitch to you lately.”

“Yeah, maybe a little,” You smiled, making her chuckle through the tears. “But you’re still my friend. Can I hop in?”

“I don’t wanna talk about it… but, uh.. I could use some company,” She said as you settled into her passenger’s seat.

“Okay,” You nodded, placing a reassuring hand on her back. Lydia cried for a few more minutes as you gently rubbed up and down her back. Once she collected herself again, she apologized for her behavior at the rink. You smiled, hearing the sincerity in her voice alone was enough to forgive her. You spent the next half an hour trying to cheer her up by talking about anything that came to mind. You even began making her laugh towards the end.

“I really appreciate you, Y/N. This year has been…” She drew in a breath before continuing. “Rough, to say the least. You and Allison were the only good things that came out of it. Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Just for being you. Thank you,” She reached forward for a hug you gladly accepted. “But I’m really tired from the crying. I think I’m gonna call it a night.”

“Okay, drive safe. Call me if you need someone to talk to,” You smiled before getting out of the car. You looked at your phone to see if Stiles had texted.

7:32 PMStiles: THIS JOURNAL IS SO HARD TO FIND FOR WHAT

7:40 PM Stiles:oh, hope she’s okay lol

7:43 PM Stiles: i’m like 90% sure it’s not in here but i’ll keep looking :/

You chuckled at his messages, looking at the building to see the principal’s office lit up. You walked towards the entrance, only the sound of your feet to keep you company. The path was darker than usual, it seemed like a few light posts had gone out recently. You felt a funny feeling arise in your chest before you noticed a second pair of footsteps behind you. They were much too heavy and calculated to belong to your boyfriend.

You turned around and held out a defensive hand, ready to use any type of magic to ward off the potential threat. You watched Isaac gasp and flinch.

“Jesus! Be careful with that thing!” He breathed. “I’m not here to hurt you.”

“That’s hard to believe,” You scoffed, refusing to put your hand down. You wanted to make your hand ooze with black smoke to intimidate him but knew you’d probably end up hurting him on accident. You hadn’t gotten around to training your powers so they were incredibly unpredictable. Seeing as he hadn’t tried anything, that option seemed a little premature. “What do you want?”

“I’d like for you to put your hand down,” He chuckled. You didn’t cave in. “Or not. That’s fine. Look, I just wanted to apologize for the other day.”

“I don’t need to hear your heartbeat to know that’s a hot load of shit, Lahey,” You rolled your eyes, putting your hand down cautiously.

“I’m not,” He began. “I really do feel bad-“

“Feel bad for trying to beat up my best friend or siding with the bad guy?”

“Uh, both?”

“I have somewhere to be,” You spoke with annoyance.

“I’m serious, you know,” He called as you turned around. “Just know my intentions are never to hurt you.. or your friends. I’m following my alpha’s lead but I draw the line with you.”

“Because of my blood?” You narrowed your eyes.

“Not exactly. Remember that night when I first turned and you did that thing with your eyes to stop me from killing Stiles?” He looked around, stepping closer as he lowered his voice. “I don’t know what type of witchy bullshit that was but I literally can’t bring myself to hurt you. And I’ve tried. But it’s like I get paralyzed. And I can’t get you out of my mind. I’m constantly thinking of you to the point that it has been getting in the way of my training. I think you made some sort of bond that night.”

“Did Derek tell you to say that?” You scoffed, making his face drop.

“What? No,” He was offended. “He’d probably kill me if he knew I was telling you this.”

“I don’t believe you,” You shrugged. He paused, narrowing his eyes with an amused smile plastered on his face.

“Your heart skipped a beat,” He leaned against the stairway’s railing.

“Look, I’m sure I left some sort of impression but a bond would require us both to feel that way. And I don’t. But even if I do believe you, what do you expect me to do about it?” You snapped. “Did my heart skip a beat that time?”

“You’re pretty when you’re mad.”

“Wanna see how pretty I look when I send you flying into the parking lot?” You smiled sarcastically, making him quickly glance at your hand to make sure you weren’t acting on your threat. You smirked, almost feeling guilty at how much satisfaction his fear gave you.

You felt the familiar sinking feeling in your stomach pull your gaze towards stands before a panicked roar on the field erupted. You felt a magnetic pull towards Scott.

“You better go check on him,” He looked over at the field. “That didn’t sound too good.”

You quickly jogged back around the stands and to the field only to be greeted by a crowd that was making its way towards a wounded player on the ground. You quickly ran around them and saw Scott sprawled out with his right heel practically touching his right elbow. You darted up next to him and Allison, sliding a bit on your knees as you beat the crowd to him.

“Oh my god, your leg!” Your heart clenched empathetically.

“Pull me up,” Scott breathed as the crowd began gathering round.

“But-“

“Y/N. Pull me up please!” He pleaded urgently. You extended your hand as he rose up from the ground before wrapping an arm around you for stability.

“Don’t move!” Coach ordered.

“Scott!” His mother called.

“It’s okay! It’s okay!” He chuckled. “I’m fine! I’m fine.”

“I could’ve sworn I literally hear bone breaking from where I sat,” Melissa breathed.

“Heard it? I felt it,” Coach added.

“Guys, seriously, I’m fine.”

“We should go,” Allison walked up to her grandfather.

“Hold on,” Gerard paused as the crowd dispersed. “I wanna ask him one more thing.”

You stuck around to hear Gerard invite you both to dinner, not taking any excuses as an answer. You were about to protest one last time before Scott agreed. You shot him a glare. “We’ll be there!”

“Ah! That’s what I like to hear!” The old man grinned, walking away as he called out again. “We’ll meet you there after the game.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” You hissed after he was gone, taking his hand off of your shoulder. “We?!We’ll be there? No. No, no, no. I’m not going with you!”

“Y/N, please? I-“

“No, Scott!” You shouted, earning a few glares from the players who walked back on the field. You rolled your eyes and guided Scott back toward the sideline as the game started up again. “I’m tired of playing along with this stupid fucking charade! You saw the way Stiles reacted last time! No way.”

“Just this once!” Scott begged. “I mean.. This will be the last time! I swear to God. I’ll tell Stiles about everything, okay? I’ll send him a text right now. He can’t get mad if this stupid fucking charade saves my life! Not to mention, there won’t be any hiding or lying! Please!”

“Scott,” You groaned.

“Please. Please. Ple-“

“OKAY FINE!” You exclaimed. “Oh my god. Are you twelve? You fucking owe me big time! Call him and explain right now. And if he’s not cool with it, you’re on your own, got it?”

“Okay! Okay! I will! Thank you!”

You smiled and flipped the bird before taking your seat next to Melissa once again. You both chatted as Scott grinned and shot you a thumbs up, running back into the last couple minutes of the game.

8:14 PMStiles:i’m gonna kill him. those cold-blooded murder documentaries you watch will make a whole ass episode dedicated to me

8:15 PMY/N: dedicated to us*

8:15 PMStiles: THIS. this is why i love you

8:16 PMStiles: btw can’t find the journal. i’m gonna try to look around the secretary’s office now. i’ll call if i need you

You smiled and turned off your phone to watch the rest of the game.

———

“Oh, good! You’re back. Dinner’s almost ready,” Mrs Argent called from the kitchen as the four of you wandered into her home.

“How was the game?”

“Why don’t you ask the star player?” Gerard smiled. The couple’s gazes shifted disapprovingly to your best friend.

“Hi,” He pursed his lips.

The dinner was eaten in awkward silence. Small chat was attempted by Gerard to no avail. You kept your eyes low, smiling from time to time as you looked around.

“Alright,” Gerard wiped his hands off with a baby blue napkin. “Why is everyone so quiet? Is it that uncomfortable that they dated?”

You almost choked on the green bean you swallowed at the way her parents looked at Scott.

“Did you ask them if they’d be uncomfortable?” Chris questioned.

“Okay, I know it’s been a few centuries since I was a teenager, but even back then, we dated and broke up all the time!” His father smiled.

“We’re fine. Besides, they’re dating now,” Allison smiled. “Right, Scott?”

It took every ounce of you to hold back an eye roll when you saw the look of utter admiration on Scott’s face when he responded; he couldn’t help but to look at Allison as if she’d hung the stars. “Yup.”

“You two are dating?” Mrs Argent questioned. You smiled and nodded. “You will never cease to amaze me with the women you manage to pull.”

“That’s exactly what my mom said too,” Scott chuckled, choosing to ignore the obvious insult.

“Oh, I see,” Gerald sighed. “Y/N’s the reason you broke up.”

“No!” You all tried to speak at the same time, pausing when you realized how quick the unanimous response was.

“No, uh..” Scott wiped his mouth before continuing. “Things just got.. complicated between me and Allison. We broke up way before we got together. I only caught feelings for Y/N when we were both nursing each other’s broken hearts from our previously failed relationships. Our families are really close so they always said it was only a matter of time.”

That was oddly convincing, you thought, impressed at the effortless fib.

“Plus, Allison broke up with me,” He finished. You choked down a laugh at the way Allison’s mouth dropped open.

“No offense, Scott,” Chris spoke up with a forced smile. “But I think maybe Allison felt the two of you were just growing apart.”

“As if the father’s opinion isn’t biased,” Gerard interjected. “How do you know they weren’t as passionate as Romeo and Juliet?”

Your lips parted at his rude comment. Even as his fake girlfriend, that fucking hurt! Why would he even say that in front of his (fake) girlfriend?

“Well, Romeo and Juliet commuted ritual suicide,” You deadpanned, earning a smile from Chris.

“Exactly. They could’ve used a little less passion,” He agreed.

“Can we please talk about something else?” Allison blushed.

“Brilliant idea,” Her mother muttered.

“Scott,” Chris instructed. “How about you help me grab dessert from the kitchen?”

You turned to him with wide eyes as he got up, knowing that couldn’t be good. The two walked out of the room and disappeared behind the door, leaving the four of you alone. You smiled up at Allison, desperately trying to change the mood. “So, uh, how’d you do on the Econ exam?”

“A, you?” She mirrored your expression.

“Same,” You giggled.

“Smart girl,” Gerard chuckled. “Victoria, did you know Y/N is well on her way to becoming the valedictorian in their grade?”

“No, I actually didn’t,” She replied. “There’s a lot of new things I’m learning about her tonight.”

“She also knows French!”

“Oh?”

“Uh, yeah,” You laughed uncomfortably at the spotlight, not quite knowing how he knew that about you. “My dad taught it to me growing up. He worked internationally in France and Canada so I also picked it up when we traveled.“

“French!” Gerard grinned. “Our family comes from France!”

“Mine too,” You smiled and decided to compliment Mrs Argent on the meal. “Mes compliments au chef. C’est magnifique.”

“Merci beaucoup,” She thanked you with a smile as the men returned with the dessert. The table fell to silence once again.

“Do you mind if we’re excused?” Allison asked. “There’s actually some notes from English I need to go over with these two.”

“Mhm,” Gerard responded sweetly before the three of you got up and followed Allison up to her grandfather’s room. You all looked around quietly for the leather bound journal for a few seconds before Allison pulled back a jacked from a piece of furniture only to reveal a safe.

“There goes that plan,” She frowned.

“Wait..” You furrowed your brow. “Scott, people use stethoscopes to crack the code on those things all the time. What if you-“

“Already on it,” He grinned, he kneeled down beside the safe and pressed his ear up to it as he fumbled with the knob, opening it only seconds after.

“Do you wanna hit a few banks later?” Allison asked, making you all chuckle. Scott grabbed the leather journal, seeing only old recipes written on the pages. “Oh my god. It’s a cookbook.”

He placed it back in the safe before your phone buzzed. You grabbed it to see Stiles calling.

“Y/N, no,” Scott ordered. “Shut it off. We can’t-“

“Hey, I’m a little busy,” You answered regardless. “Can I-“

“Y/N!” His voice echoed as the sound of water splashing filled the background. “That lizard thing is here and I’m trapped with Derek at the school’s pool. I need your help! Bring Scott!” He said breathless and with urgency.

“Okay, okay, we’re on the way!” You looked at Scott before the phone call ended. “We need to go.”

“What? What about the book?” Allison asked with concern.

“We’ll figure it out later,” Scott kissed her. “Stiles needs our help.”

You all ran downstairs to bid her family a polite farewell before you hopped back in Scott’s mom’s car and took off. You arrived in a matter of minutes, running straight in.

“WAIT!” Scott ran up in front of you. “Stay behind me. I don’t want you getting hurt.”

“Okay. Go! Go!” You turned him by his shoulder before you both took off running again, whipping corners and descending from stair cases similarly to when Peter kept you all hostage in the school for a night. Scott burst through the doors to reveal two very tired men in the pool. You saw Stiles reach for the diving post in an effort to stop swimming before he and Derek sank into the water. Scott growled, shifting into his werewolf self, and pulled them out.

“Oh my god, are you alive?” You breathed out as you cupped his cheeks in your hands. He breathed heavily but nodded. “Derek, you alright?”

As you spoke you saw a figure on all four approach at an ungodly speed. You looked up in fear, holding your hands up and closing your eyes. You didn’t even think to use magic, but it seemed to come naturally when you were angry or afraid. It still controlled you. You felt the familiar black smoke surround your hands but were too afraid to open your eyes to reveal what you’d done.

“Oh my god,” Stiles muttered. “How the hell are you doing that?”

You finally opened your eyes to see the creature jump over a sort of translucent black mist surrounding the three of you, instead it went for Scott. You couldn’t tell if it was some sort of force field or if provided you al with invisibility. Maybe it was something else entirely. To be frank, you couldn’t care less. Because whatever you just did, it was working.

“I don’t know,” You shook your head, looking over in time to see Scott fly into a mirror. “But stay inside of it.”

“What do you mean? No, don’t go out there!” He shouted.

“I’m getting really tired of playing good girl and listening to everyone’s damn orders today,” You murmured as you stepped foot outside of the mist. “HEY!”

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!?” Scott cried as the lizard looked over at you before approaching. You held out your hands, feeling them kick you back as you sent a force flying into the creature, sending it flying with bone shattering force to the opposite wall. It quickly got back to its feet and shot you a look of utter anger before charging once again.

You felt a bigger kickback when you sent another force out of your hands, sending it flying back for a second time. It landed with a thud, grunting a little before hesitantly getting back up.

It quickly snapped out of its fear. With a look of death, it ran at you with its full speed, almost not giving you enough time to prepare. Almost. You screamed, feeling the same black mist that surrounded Stiles and Derek begin to appear on your hands. This time it was darker than ever, hiding your hands completely in its smoke. You sent as much force into it as you could. It flew back and fell into the ground. Silence followed when the creature didn’t so much as twitch.

“What the fuck, Y/N!?” Scott shouted with anger from his wall. “We aren’t fucking killers. Why’d you do that?!”

“It’s not dead!” You argued.

“It looks pretty dead to me,” Stiles grumbled as the black mist around him dispersed.

“You need to get in control of your fucking powers. Don’t let them control you! You caved into your urge to kill tonight-“

“I don’t have an urge to kill!” You argued. “I’m not like you!”

“You’re right. Because I can actually control it,” He contended. Your lips parted in disbelief.

“Guys, maybe we should just-“ Stiles began.

“I recognized that look, Y/N. I was the same way!”

“I didn’t mean to fucking kill it, Scott!” You shouted. “I just wanted to stun it so we can get the fuck out of here. We’re wasting time! So let’s go!”

“There’s a teenager in there that you might’ve just murdered and you want to leave?!” He was persistent. He wanted to have one of your infamous arguments. At times, the two of you were capable of arguments that only siblings could bounce back from. Good thing you were bonded. “Own up to your actions!”

“I DIDN’T KILL IT!” You snapped. “Look, Scott! It’s breathing. And you should be thanking me because you didn’t exactly have that fight under control.”

“Guys?” Stiles’ spoke cautiously. “The monster-“

“Yes, I did!”

“No, you didn’t!” You spoke to him in a condescending tone. “I had it under control. And for that matter, I fucking savedyou!”

“Hey! Hello?! Guys!” Your boyfriend raised his voice to no avail. “It’s g-“

“At what cost?!” Scott pointed over to where the monster laid, only to see it was gone. “Where’d it go?”

Your heart dropped at the sight. You walked back towards Scott out of habit as you both looked around. He picked up a shard of the broken mirror as a defense.

Suddenly, the monster jumped from high ground and appeared beside Scott, hissing before it walked at an eerily slow pace. Whatever it’s next move was, it was calculated. Scott held out the mirror and snarled.

The monster took a glance and tilted its head. It seemed to be entranced at the sight. You both furrowed your brows in confusion before it jumped on the wall beside you and climbed out of the room, breaking the glass ceiling on its way.

“Now who saved who?” He said smugly.

“Can we just drop it? It’s alive, alright? The argument is over,” Stiles sighed.

“The argument’s not about the fact it’s alive. It’s about how she almost killed an innocent person.”

“Innocent? Oh my god!” You scoffed. “I’m so tired of talking about this!”

“Then stop talking and listen!”

“All I’ve been doing is listening to you! The fake relationship, the dinner with the Argents- Scott, I basically obey your every command! Even when I know for a fact that you’re wrong!” You paused, seeing his face fall slightly. You breathed heavily from the force exerted, both from the yelling and the magic. “You know what? Never mind. I’m done with this conversation.”

You turned on your heels and marched out of the auditorium, making your way to his car. You barely held it together as you walked out of the building, feeling you vision blur as you looked at the empty parking lot. You wiped at the stray tears on your cheeks and tried to collect yourself before the whole group walked out.

You’d stuck through thick and thin with Scott. You defended him since you were children. You were his shoulder to cry on, his rock. You helped him master his new powers and never doubted his morals or his heart. Out of all people, you’d assumed that he would be the one to understand what it feels like to be controlled by supernatural abilities and the process of learning how to control them. He was doubting your morality simply because it didn’t align with his own. He was doubting you as a person, a friend, simply because you almost killed a beast that has claimed numerous victims and would continue to do so unless it was put down.

Yet, you didn’t know how to feel; betrayed because of his lack of confidence in you, or afraid. He was normally the last person to question your motives. Could he be right? Were your thoughts, your conscious, being corrupt by the black magic?

“Hey, you okay?” Stiles’ voice interrupted your thoughts. You turned around, making his soft smile fade at the sight of your tears. “Oh, Y/N..”

He reached out for you, pulling you into an embrace. His hands gently rubbed your back as you heard your faint sniffles against the crook of his neck. “Sorry it took me so long to come out here. I had to yell at him for a couple of minutes for being such a dick to you.”

“Really?” You chuckled, making him smile.

“Yeah, my voice actually feels a little hoarse now,” He cleared his throat as you giggled and pulled away slightly to look him in the eye. “And I normally don’t really get involved in your arguments but that was so out of pocket.”

“Agreed,” You smiled as he wiped the last of your tears. “Thanks for always standing up for me.”

“Of course,” He let out a breathy chuckle. “We’re in this together now, right?”

“Yeah, but you’ve done that ever since we were kids.”

“It’s because I’ve liked you ever since we were kids,” He admitted. “Scott never stood a chance when it came to whose side I’d pick in an argument. Especially after that one time he threw away that flash drive that had our fifth grade field trip pictures on it just because his hair looked weird. You were so-”

“Flash drive..” You repeated quietly.

“Yeah, remember? You took pictures of us at Disneyland-“

“Oh my god. Stiles,” Your eyes lit up as you looked back at the school. “Gerard’s keys had a flash drive! Do you think the bestiary was on it?”

“God, you’re so fucking hot when you do that,” He grinned before you both took off into the school. You quickly grabbed the keys from the principal’s office, ran past Stiles’ locker to grab his laptop, and darted back to Scott’s car to look at the contents.

Within a matter of a couple minutes, the two of you set up a makeshift desk on the hood of his car and scrolled through the documents on the flash drive. Scott made his way back over to the two of you.

“Is this the bestiary?” He spoke up hesitantly.

“If you can call it that. Is this even a language?” Stiles huffed.

“It’s Latin,” You recognized some of the words from the Romance languages you spoke.

“How long would it take you to learn Latin?” Stiles asked you.

“Using magic? I could probably learn it in a matter of a week and translate it.”

“A week?!” Scott asked. “I don’t know if we have that long. We need to figure out what this thing is now.”

“It’s called the Kamina,” Derek approached with his pets alongside him.

“You knew the whole time?” Stiles’ tone was nothing shy of annoyed.

“No. Only when it was confused by its own reflection.”

“It doesn’t know what it is,” Scott said.

“Or who,” Derek affirmed.

“What else do you know?” Stiles questioned. You slipped your hand in his for emotional support, receiving a squeeze.

“Just stories. Rumors.”

“But it’s like us?” Scott asked.

“It’s a shape-shifter, yes. But it’s not right. It’s like a..” Derek paused to think about how to phrase his next sentence.

“An abomination,” You finished, earning all eyes on you before Derek frowned and nodded. He turned to leave before Scott called his name.

“Derek! We need to work together on this. Maybe even tell the Argents-“

“You trust them?” He hissed.

“Nobody trusts anyone. That’s the problem!” Scott snapped. That’s rich coming from you, you thought. “While we’re here arguing about who’s on what side, there’s something scarier, stronger, and faster than any of us, and it’s killing people! And we still don’t even know anything about it!”

“I know one thing,” Derek lowered his voice. “When I find it, I’m gonna kill it.”

Your eyes widened, knowing it was a promise and not a threat. You looked over at Stiles who wore a similar expression.

“We have to save that kid,” Scott turned with a huff. “We can’t let him get away with murdering it.”

You stayed quiet. To be completely truthful, you disagreed. You thought it was morally wrong to keep it alive. It not only risked the lives of countless people, but you had a feeling there was no negotiation that could be done to lure it back to normal. It was unethical to keep it alive. The last thing you wanted to see was the people in this town, the people you loved and grew up with, torn to shreds one by one.

“You don’t agree?” Scott asked you. He scoffed. “When did you become so heartless?”

“Hey, back off, man,” Stiles stepped in as your eyes darkened with anger. “We can settle this when the topic isn’t so fresh. Let’s regroup tomorrow, alright? We don’t wanna speak out of anger.”

The ride was filled with tense silence. Scott dropped you both back off at Stiles’ house before leaving to pick Melissa up from her late shift.

———

“You okay?” Stiles asked, kneeling down in front of you. “You wanna talk about it?”

You shook your head.

“Wanna take a shower?” He followed up. You nodded and he grabbed a few of his old garments before you made your way to his bathroom.

The scalding hot water seemed to be the only thing that had relaxed your tense muscles. The anger slowly washed off with the grime from the day. You got to thinking about the night’s events.

When you got angry, it was hard to distinguish which thoughts were truly yours and which ones came from the magic’s toxicity. Every part of you screamed at you, telling you were right. That thing did deserve to be put down. And you would’ve done it yourself if it meant saving those you loved. You didn’t feel as if you were talking with your emotions or with a black-misted mind. It seemed rational. But if you couldn’t tell last time, what was the difference now?

You allowed these thoughts consume you as you mindlessly washed your body before turning off the water and drying off. You tossed on your boyfriend’s clean clothes and made your way back to his room to see him on his computer.

“All yours,” You mumbled, still deep in thought as your dried your hair.

“Okay,” He nodded, looking over at you. He noticed your shoulders and overall stance ease with the shower. “I’ll be quick.”

And he was. It was only a few minutes before he wandered back in, rubbing the towel fiercely against his hair and discarding it in the corner of his room. You laid on his bed, stomach down with your head resting on your hand. You were so zoned out that you didn’t even notice him enter.

“What’s on your mind, baby?” He sat down beside you and rubbed your back. “You’re worrying me.”

“Was I wrong?” You flipped on your side to look at him. “I feel like I can’t tell if I speak and act with my mind or my magic-intoxicated subconscious anymore.”

“Honestly? I have no clue who’s right or wrong. I don’t think it’s a question of if the magic is fucking with your mind, it’s more about the morality behind the situation. I mean, personally, my morals lie with the best interest of those I love, but I don’t necessarily know if that’s a good or bad thing. I guess you’re both right in a sense,” He shrugged, placing his hand on the soft curve of your neck. “It wasn’t an uncalled-for discussion. But the way Scott went about it was all wrong.”

“That was such a pageant girl answer,” You huffed, making him chuckle.

“You’re right. What I meant to say is you’re so right! Fuck Scott. You know what? Fuck morality and ethics for that matter! Let’s just run away and never come back!” He said, making you giggle. “What do you think? Scotland? New York City? Ooh, what about Mexico?”

“I hear Mexico is pretty this time of year,” You smiled.

“México it is!” He cheered before you both burst into a fit of laughter. You sat up, wanting to shift the conversation to a more serious topic.

“So what about you? How are you doing after tonight?” You asked.

“Exhausted. Sore. Traumatized,” Stiles admitted. “I don’t think I’ve exerted that much energy since like elementary school when we played that two week long round of tag.”

“That bad?!” You laughed, recalling the sweet childhood memory.

One summer, you all decided to play a ‘never-ending game of tag’. When you weren’t it, you’d avoid the boys like the plague. When you were tagged, be it from one of them hid in your closet or invaded your soccer practice to tag you, you’d sneak into their own houses, t-ball games, or ask their parents for a ride somewhere to try to tag them. You all barely slept towards the end in fear of one of your friends tagging you in your sleep.

At one point, you and Scott decided to chase Stiles around Beacon Hills for hours, not telling him who was it. You didn’t stop until he fell and sprained his ankle. It was only one of the various injuries you’d all acquired in the midst of the two week long chaos. All of your parents scolded you and forbid you from ever playing tag for longer than a few hours a week.

“Almost. I’d argue that last day of tag was still, to date, the most exhausting experience of my life,” He spoke as he got under the blankets, patting the spot next to him so you’d join. You gladly abided, taking your usual position; your leg lazily tossed on top of his own while you rested your head on his chest.

“I’m so sorry,” You sighed. “I can’t even imagine. I wish I would’ve checked on you earlier.”

“It wasn’t your fault,” He yawned and kissed your forehead. “Don’t feel bad. It led to us figuring out what the hell that thing was. I will, however, need two to four business days to recover before we even think about having sex though.”

“Damn it. I was hoping we’d do it tonight.”

“Really?! Because I was totally kidding! I’m fine. I’m not even sore!” He sat up quickly, making you laugh. “You were kidding weren’t you? That was a mean joke. Don’t ever do that again.”

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry!” You giggled, looking up at him. “I’m actually really drained from today anyway. Let’s just sleep tonight and maybe reconsider in two to four business days?”

“Okay, as long as you aren’t holding out for me. Because I could totally perform FYI,” He yawned, making it very evident that he could not. “I was just warming up in the pool earlier.”

“Oh? So you and Derek were-“

“I knew your dirty mind would say something as soon as the words left my mouth,” Stiles interrupted. “Goodnight, asshole.”

“I love youuu,” You smiled up at him. He failed at holding back one of his own.

“I love you too,” He grumbled dramatically before reaching over to turn off the lamp on his nightstand.

CHAPTER 5 ->

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Chapter 3

S2Episode Three

SUMMARY: Y/N and Stiles keep getting cockblocked. The pack goes ice skating. Y/N can’t stop resisting the urge to use her powers.

WORD COUNT: 7000 (damn wtf i went OFF with this chapter. had so much fun writing this omg)

TW: Sexual language, cursing, blood. What else is new bitches

“A tail?” You furrowed your brow as you looked over at Stiles. “Like a dog tail? Did it wag?”

“What? Only you would ask if it wagged,” He stopped to look at you with sass. “No, it did not wag, and no, it was not like a dog tail! Scott said it was almost.. lizard-like.”

“Gross,” You mumbled.

“Anddangerous,” Stiles deadpanned, looking up at Scott and Allison. You both stood in silence for a moment before he spoke up again. “So about last night-”

“Oh my god,” You blushed, hiding behind your hands. “I’m so sorry about that. I seriously don’t know a bigger buzzkill than my mom.”

“I was gonna call her a cock block but that works too,” He smiled before taking your wrists into his hands and lowering them before looking into your eyes. “Hey, it’s alright! Don’t be embarrassed. I get it. She came home early and found you gone so you had to leave. I’m not in any rush. We can do this on your time.”

“You mean my mom’s time?” You groaned. “At least my dad’s coming home tonight. I don’t know if I could stand another day with her crazy ass.”

“Your dad’s coming home?” He perked up. “Oh, we are so going to his apartment tonight! He’s making dinner, right?”

“Yup, some sort of pasta I think,” You laughed. “You know you’re always welcome! He’s like in love with you.”

“Are you kidding? I’m the one who’s in love with him!” He smiled, making you giggle and roll your eyes. “Seriously! He’s the coolest person I know.”

“Hey!” You protested.

“I said what I said,” He shrugged, chuckling boyishly as you pushed him away.

“Alright, Y/L/N, Erica! You’re up!” Coach called as Allison climbed down.

“Saved by the bell, asshole!” You joked before walking up to the rock climbing wall. You strapped on the safety rope and looked over to see Erica nervously fumbling with it. “Here let me help. These things are so awkward.”

“Thanks,” She smiled, facing you so you could buckle her into the strap. You nodded once before making your ascent to the top. Though it was far from effortless, it was your favorite day in gym class so you had fun climbing. You hopped down again and raised your arms with pride.

“WOO!” Stiles shouted, making those around him jump as he looked over to Greenberg. “That’s my girlfriend!”

You laughed and blushed at the scene he was making before you look over to see Erica was still gripping at the middle of the wall, clenching for dear life as she hyperventilated. Your eyes widened as everyone approached.

“Erica!” Coach called, running up next to you. “Dizzy? Is it vertigo?”

“Vertigo’s a dysfunction of the vestibular system of the inner ear,” Lydia scoffed before looking up in annoyance. “She’s just freaking out.”

“Would it kill you to be a little nicer?” You returned her tone, making her eyebrows shoot up. She opened her mouth to speak before Coach spoke up again.

“Erica!”

“I’m fine,” Her voice trembled.

“Coach, maybe it’s not safe. You know she’s epileptic,” Allison informed.

“Wh-Why doesn’t anybody tell me this stuff?!” He huffed before looking at you. “Y/L/N, climb up there and tell her to kick from the wall! Just coax her down. Kick her off if you need to!”

You nodded before making your way up again, stopping right next to her.

“Hey, hey, you’re okay,” You smiled, placing a hand on her shoulder as you leaned against the rope. “Look, this thing’s pretty safe. I’ll climb down with you. Just tell me when you’re ready.”

She nodded and hesitantly let go of the rocks, quickly gripping the rope. You smiled. “There you go. Now just hop down like this.”

Her shaky breath relaxed a bit as she watched you descend slowly, following your lead. Once she landed, Coach began to speak to her softly and tried to soothe her before the crowd of students erupted in howls of laughter. Erica looked around before walking off in shame, making your heart drop at the sight.

“Thanks, Y/N,” Coach pat your back before dismissing the class. You all rushed to the locker rooms for a quick shower. Lydia gave you the cold shoulder for your comment so you stuck with Allison, waiting in the hallway for your boyfriends.

———

“What do mean tonight’s not a good idea?!” Stiles asked as he changed into another shirt.

“I don’t know. That thing that we saw last night, Isaac missing, Allison’s grandfather- All this stuff happening with Derek just doesn’t feel right. Y/N told me she had a bad feeling about something. I mean what are the odds?” Scott responded as he closed his locker.

“No, you’re not backing out! Do you wanna know why?” Stiles stood his ground. “Because you and Allison are obviously having quite a good time together. And you know who else wants to have a good time? Stiles! Stiles wants to have a good time. And for that matter, so does his girlfriend! Many, many times. Several times in a row. In several different positions!”

“Dude! Spare me the details, that’s basically my sister you’re talking about,” Scott cringed. “Besides, I thought you were gonna have a good time last night?”

“We were! We were on the fast track to having said good time. But I only got to like second base and a half before her mom called and told her to get her ass home!” Stiles sighed before realizing Scott’s aloof face. “Are you even listening to me?! This is serious!”

“Y/N,” He muttered before looking up with panic.

“Yes. I am talking about Y/N. Who the hell else would I be talking about?!” Stiles shouted before looking at Scott’s shaking hands and sighing. “What is that?”

“I think something’s wrong,” Scott said before the two took off, running back into the gymnasium to see you trying to pull the matt out under Erica who was halfway up the rock climbing wall again. “Oh shit!”

“Don’t help me! Go stand under her in case she falls,” You breathed as you continued to pull. Stiles quickly took the place beside you and began helping. “Thanks. I got this bad feeling in my stomach that led me back in here. I saw her on the wall and I think she’s about to have a seizure.”

“Put her on her side! On her side!” Allison shouted as she approached her boyfriend. You and Stiles let go of the mat and ran up to the girl Scott placed on the ground. “How’d you know?”

“I don’t know. I felt this pull. Like I needed to check on..” He whispered before the pack’s eyes landed on you. “You.”

Your lips parted, remembering something from an article you read recently. If a Delvoux connects with a supernatural being on a spiritual level, there’s an unbreakable bond between them. A twin flame. With time and trust, your blood no longer affects them, leaving you fully vulnerable to their attacks. In times of need, they feel drawn towards you. It takes a pure bond on both ends; something you shared with Scott since birth.

“The article,” Stiles whispered, pulling you aside. “It was true.”

“I hope not,” You scrunched your face.

“Why? Isn’t it a good thing?” Stiles furrowed his brows.

“Not if I go crazy,” You hesitated. “He’ll feel every emotion. All the chaos and the destruction, he’ll feel it on a spiritual level. It won’t look pretty for either of us.”

“It’s not going to happen,” He reassured, holding your shoulders. You sighed and looked back at Scott who held Erica’s head, trying to minimize any impact from her subconscious jerking.

“I fucking hope not,” You breathed.

———

“Ew, does being your twin flame mean we’re like gonna fall in love or something?” Scott cringed.

“Okay, first of all, ouch!” You laughed, throwing a green bean at his head. He, of course, caught it with a smile. “I don’t think you could sound any more grossed out at the thought of me if you tried! And second of all, ew! No, it just means we’re like platonically bonded. Think of it as siblings but with our souls instead of our blood.”

“So you can say ew but I can’t?” He took a bite from his apple. “And you call my ego fragile.”

“I’m saying ew because of the fact that we’re basically siblings. I didn’t call you gross!” You giggled, grabbing his apple out of his hands and taking a bite.

“Hey!” He reached for it as you pulled it away again. “Eat your own apple!”

“I ate mine already!” You shrugged before Stiles walked up and slammed a keychain on the table, making you jump.

“Got ‘em!” He smiled. “I’ll pick you guys up right after work tonight and we’ll meet at the rink, cool?”

“I’m not working tonight actually. I was planning on going to Allison’s after school to get ready together,” You said, looking up to see their eyes had drifted towards the doorway. You sighed and turned only to be greeted by a pair of long, tan legs. Your jaw dropped at the sight of Erica walking in, repping a new look. “Holy shit..”

She proceeded to walk up to a boy and take a bite from his apple, seductively wiping her bottom lip afterward. She looked good. Her hair fell into loose ringlets, her walk was powered with confidence, and her smile made everyone in the cafeteria stop what they were doing. It was like everyone was entranced by her beauty.

“What the holy hell is that?” Lydia slammed her hands on your table.

“It’s Erica,” Scott responded.

“She’s hot?” You mumbled, more as a statement, before feeling two dainty fingers slip under your jaw and push it closed. You looked up at Lydia who smirked down at you. Stiles’ eyes widened at the way she touched you, pinching himself to make sure this wasn’t a dream.

“I’m still hotter,” Lydia leaned down, only inches from your face.

“I was just thinking the same,” You smiled, grabbing her face and pretending like you were gonna kiss her. You both giggled and pulled away.

“I-Is this how girls joke around?” Stiles squeaked before Scott got up and walked after Erica. “Can I come with you to Allison’s after school? And every other day for that matter?”

“Come on,” You laughed, taking his hand and running behind Scott. He followed behind you but not without a smart remark.

“Wait, I wanted to see what the two of you were going to do!” He whined as you pulled him behind you.

“Keep dreaming,” You looked back before running into Scott, bumping back into Stiles. You looked past him to see Erica getting into Derek’s black Camaro and driving off with him.

“Well that’s not good,” Stiles muttered.

———

“What about this?” You asked, twirling to show your outfit off to your friends.

“Try the red dress!” Lydia smiled. “That one looks really good on you!”

“Okay,” You giggled. “Unzip me.”

She gladly abided before pausing to look at the door. You glanced over to see Mr. Argent knocking as he entered the room. He pulled Allison away for a few moments as you continued to play dress-up with Lydia. She added a few accessories on you and worked on your makeup as Allison entered the room again.

“So you have a date?” She grinned, looking at Lydia.

“Well, I did,” She grumbled. “He just texted saying he can’t tonight. Can I just tag along with you guys?”

“Uh,” You raised your brows and looked at Allison. “I mean-“

“If you don’t mind hanging out with a group of couples, then sure!” She laughed, almost positive Lydia would back down at her comment.

“Beats being alone,” Lydia shrugged. “This is gonna be so fun!”

“Yeah,” Allison looked over at you with wide eyes. “Sofun..”

———

“Lydia,” Stiles forced a smile as she walked past him. You walked up to him and pressed a kiss on his cheek. “You invited Lydia?!”

“Lydia invited Lydia,” You corrected, watching her walk into the rink. He groaned. “Don’t worry! My full attention is yours tonight.”

“I don’t think you even believe that,” He grumbled. You smiled and gently took his cheek into your hand. “Fine. But you owe me.”

“I texted my dad and asked him to make your favorite tonight,” You tilted your head sweetly. “He can’t join us for dinner though. He‘s going out with a few college buddies tonight.”

“Damn it, I was actually looking forward to seeing him,” He sighed. “But I’ll settle for lasagna.”

“Stiles.”

“Hm?”

“He’s leaving the apartment to ourselves for a few hours.”

His eyes shot wide open with excitement.

“Okay, you’re forgiven! For everything you’ve ever done ever and everything in the future,” He spoke quickly, making you throw your head back in laughter before you waltzed into the arena. He stayed behind to watch the way your hips swayed as you walked up and got a pair of ice skates before proceeding to do the same.

“You know,” Lydia started you took the seat next to her. “I know I’ve given you a lot of shit in the past for dating Stiles. But he’s actually really cute.”

You looked up at her only to see her eyes on your boyfriend as he chose a pair of black skates. As much as you hated to admit it, you felt a spark of jealousy ignite, a feeling you hadn’t gotten in a long time. Not because of her words, but the way she said them. It was a challenge.

“Thanks,” You smiled, lacing up your skates. “I think so too.”

“Likereally cute!” She giggled.

You knew bringing her was a bad idea. She wasn’t going to let your little comment from earlier slide as easily as you thought she would. You hated her psychological warfare but had no choice but to participate.

“What’re you guys talking about?” Stiles smiled as he took the seat next to yours.

“Nothing,” You smiled.

“You, silly,” Lydia corrected. “Well, you and Y/N, that is. God, it’s so cold in here! Do you have a jacket I could borrow?”

“Uh, yeah, I think I have something in my bag,” Stiles responded, completely oblivious to her attempt at flirting. You clenched your teeth, holding back any sort of smart remark. “Here.”

“Oh, she hates orange,” You commented. “She thinks it clashes with blue. What were the words you used, Lyd? The worst color combination ever?”

“But it’s the colors of the Mets,” Stiles pouted.

“I don’t remember saying that! I love the Mets!” She smiled, taking the jacket. You rolled your eyes and looked over at your boyfriend.

“Oh, before I forget- Look at what I brought you!” He grinned, reaching in his bag to grab a Reece’s peanut butter cup.

“I love Reece’s! Thank you!” You perked up, reaching for the orange package.

“I should’ve eaten before I came,” Lydia sighed. “My stomach is growling like crazy.

You looked over in annoyance, only to receive yet another smile.

“Oh, give it to Lydia. I don’t mind,” Stiles mindlessly spoke as he laced up his skates. You pressed your tongue against the inside of your lip before holding it out to her.

“Thanks, Stiles!” She smirked, taking the package from your hands and opening it.

You looked over at your boyfriend and watched as his hands fumbled with the laces, getting an idea. You leaned over and kissed the spot behind his ear that drove him crazy, making him look up at you with an amused smile.

“What are you doing?” He whispered. You shrugged before rubbing your hand on the base of his neck, using your thumb to stroke softly as his jaw.

“Nothing,” You responded innocently. “You’re just really attractive.”

“Oh?” He smiled as you leaned in. You placed your lips on his own, almost instantly deepening the kiss. He wrapped his hand in your hair, almost forgetting where he was for a moment. You pulled away with a grin before turning to face Lydia again.

“You two are so cute,” She forced a smile.

“Aren’t we just?” You scrunched your nose and smiled back. She bitterly hummed in response before walking onto the ice.

“What was that about?” Stiles chuckled.

“I’ll tell you later,” You shook your head before standing up. “Ready to skate?”

You spent the first few minutes holding on to each other, giggling every time one of you almost fell.

“Hey, I think I’m starting to get the hang of it!” Stiles called as he let go of your hand to skate ahead a little bit. “This isn’t so- Oh my god. Oh my god! I’m falling! Y/N! I need you! HELP!”

You laughed and reached out for him as he stumbled around, trying to stabilize him through your laughs. He finally stood still before his feet went out from under him. He yelped and subconsciously grabbed your waist as he fell, taking you down with him. You both lost it, wheezing as you laid on top of him.

“Ouch,” He chuckled. “You’re so mean!”

“Me? I tried helping!” You barely could get the words out. “You’re the one who took me down with you!”

“Yeah, but like the fantastic boyfriend I am, I cushioned your fall!” He argued, smiling as he pushed a few stray hairs behind your ear.

“That was so not on purpose!”

“Uh, it so was!” He shook his head, pretending to be baffled by your comment. “But don’t thank me. Thank my tailbone. He really took most of the blunt force.”

“Aww, are you okay?” You said, getting up and holding out your hand. He gladly took it.

“Yeah, I’m good. I’d be a lot better if you kissed me though,” He grinned before puckering up and tapping his lips with his pointer finger.

“Ah, okay, well just as long as it makes you feel better,” You smiled as he pulled you towards him and placed a sweet kiss on your lips.

“Y/N! Stiles! Watch this!” Lydia called before she performed a whole ass figure skating routine. You both looked over as she twirled away on the ice. You rolled your eyes for what seemed like the millionth time. “Y/N, can you do that?”

“Y/N,” Stiles warned. “Don’t do it. It’s not worth wasting your magic on-.. and she’s gone. I’m talking to myself now. Great.”

You channeled the familiar part of your brain that you used for school, using it to guide you elegantly on the ice. You began skating and twirling and jumping around, performing a perfect routine. Lydia watched, jaw agape, with utter shock. You skated towards her with a smirk.

“Canyou do that?” You asked innocently, making her give you a look of annoyance. Stiles reached out for you as you skated by, stopping you. “Sorry. I know, I know. That was reckless.”

“I think you mean awesome!” He shouted with glee. “Oh my god! That was seriously like something out of the winter Olympics! I wonder what else you can do!”

“Thanks! But I’m not trying to find out,” You grinned. “Wanna go take some pictures in the photo booth?”

“Uh, ch’yeah!” He laughed before you both skated off. Scott and Allison crawled out of the booth and smiled at you two. “Hey! Come take pictures with us!”

“Stiles, it’s only meant for two people,” Allison giggled.

“That’s what we’re for!” Scott offered, taking a seat and patting his lap.

Allison looked up at the two of you and shrugged before happily plopping down. Stiles sat down next to them and held out his arm for you. You laughed at how ridiculously small the space was but took a seat on his lap regardless.

You all posed, smiling for the first picture and growling like a wolf for the second. The third one was a shot of the four of you laughing at the previous pose and the fourth was one of each person kissing their significant other, still evidently laughing. Two photo prints came out, one of which you took for yourself.

“Scott, your eyes!” You laughed at the way they flashed back with the flash. He looked at the one in Allison’s hands before tearing off the top half and handing her the normal side.

“Keep this one,” He smiled. “I like this half better anyway.”

The moment was suddenly interrupted by screaming. You all looked at one another and stumbled out of the photo booth to run back to Lydia. You all saw her gripping the ice and sobbing, skating up to her to calm her down. It took a few minutes to snap her out of it, but when she finally came back to reality, she spent the rest of the night looking as if she saw a ghost.

Allison drove her home shortly after. The rest of you shuffled into Stiles’ Jeep and drove back to Scott’s to drop him off before driving back to your father’s new place.

You sighed as you entered the vast and empty space that was your new home. A note was laid neatly on the counter that read: Lasagna’s in the fridge. Pop a slice or two or five in the microwave. Love you!

“Hey, so you wanna tell me what was up tonight?” Stiles spoke up from behind you. “What happened to not wanting to use your powers? I thought you needed to reserve them.”

“I do,” You sighed. “Lydia was taunting me all night because of the small remark I made about her in gym class. She knows exactly how to piss me off enough to make me want to show her she isn’t superior or better than me.”

“Damn,” He raised his brows. “What’d she do?”

“She was messing with my head,” You opened the fridge and popped a plate in the microwave before turning back to him. “Okay, I know how stupid this is going to sound. But she was flirting with you and it was driving me crazy.”

He laughed. “Lydia. Flirting with me? When?!”

“All night!”

“Look, I don’t want to sound like I don’t believe what you’re saying is true but I really don’t think she was,” He smiled.

“Oh, please! Stiles, can I borrow your jacket? I’m so hungry! Y/N, your boyfriend is soooo cute! I love the Mets! She doesn’t even like baseball!” You huffed, crossing your arms. “And she took my fucking Reece’s cup!”

“Not the Reece’s cup!” He gasped before laughing. You lowered your jaw and gave him an unamused look. “Aww, don’t get mad! I’m sorry! I believe you. I guess it just went right over my head. I was so focused on you that everything she said was like background noise. All I kept thinking about was how hot you look in that dress.”

“Whatever,” You giggled.

“No, I’m serious!” He responded. “She can flirt all she wants but it won’t get her anywhere. I mean I genuinely didn’t even realize she was doing it because I am so, utterly captivated by you. It’s actually really annoying, thinking about you all the time. Yeah, it’s like a million times as bad when around you too. Hence the flirting going right over my head. She really doesn’t stand a chance.”

“You’re so cute,” You smiled, walking over to wrap your arms around his neck. “How do you know exactly what to say all the time? It actually baffles me just how perfect you are sometimes.”

His eyes danced between your eyes paired with a smile that teased the corner of his lips. He shrugged as a response.

“You’re really cute when you’re jealous,” He said softly.

“Am I?” You let out a breathy chuckle. “Well, I definitely don’t feel cute when I’m jealous.”

“Your competitiveness really comes out. God, and that kiss was so hot. Please, for my sake, be jealous more often,” He begged.

The microwave went off, but with the way he was looking at you, your mind barely registered it. His hazel eyes were focused completely on your own before they made their way down to your lips. You simply smiled and leaned in.

The kiss that started so soft and sweet slowly deepened, as if you were mutually agreeing to take it further. The second you slid your tongue on his lower lip, asking for entrance, he walked you into the wall behind you and the night began.

You felt his hands slowly trace your figure from your hips, up to your shoulders, and down to your wrists, taking a hold of them and pinning them on top of your head. He took his time kissing your neck before he let you go and entangled his hands in your hair, tugging slightly with desire.

Your now free hands mindfully and seductively traced up and down his chest before pulling him in closer by his belt loops. He groaned into the kiss, sending vibrations through your skull and a shiver down your spine.

“Let’s go to my room,” You said in between kisses.

It was your turn to grab onto his own wrist, guiding him towards the first room on the left. As soon as you closed the door behind you, his lips were on yours again.

“Are you sure?” He pulled away breathlessly, making you smile. “We don’t have to if you aren’t absolutely-”

“Stiles.”

“Yeah?”

“Take off your shirt.”

“Yes ma’am,” He grinned, abiding your word before guiding you towards the bed, laying you down gently. He raised your dress up and left wet kissing on your stomach before you reached behind you to unzip it. “Wanna step out of that dress for me?”

“Mhm,” You hummed against his lips before you flipped positions, leaving you straddling his hips as you pulled off the red dress. You were left in nothing but the lacy black panties you’d bought for tonight.

“Woah,” He muttered, taking a moment to soak in your breathtaking figure. “Just.. wow. You’re stunning.”

You felt your everlasting smile widen before leaning down to kiss him once again. The pace slowed down; you both wanted to take your time and do this right, making sure to continue with enthusiastic consent.

Right as you began rubbing your hand up and down over his pants, you heard the front door open and close. You both paused before pulling away and looking at each other with wide eyes.

“Did you hear that?” You whispered.

“No,” He said a little too quickly. “I heard absolutely nothing.”

“Y/N? Honey, are you home?” You heard your father call out, making your boyfriend groan in frustration.

“Yeah, I’m changing into my PJs. I’ll be right out!” You called before lowering your voice. “Hide in my bathroom.”

He looked around, seeing it was the only place to hide, and nodded. He quickly collected his shirt and checked to make sure his shoes were still on; a rookie mistake he made in the past. You turned on the light as he rushed to your bathroom. You reached past in your bag to grab an oversized t-shirt and a pair of shorts to throw on before quickly checking and fixing your appearance in the mirror.

“Hey, Dad!” You greeted with a smile as you walked bag into the living room. “How was your night?”

“I’m very drunk,” He slurred before giggling. “Man, oh man, those boys know how to make the best apple martinis. It tasted like juice so I downed them like water. Did you know we used to water down your apple juice when you were little so you wouldn’t get hyper?”

“You got drunk off of apple martinis?” You chuckled, taking the lasagna out of the microwave.

“Who knew they were so delicious? Here I was drinking beer, never knowing the delight that was mapple tinis,” He paused before thinking. “Mapple.. Apple martinis.. I meant apple martinis!”

“Yeah, I got that,” You smiled as he clumsily took off his shoes. “Did you have fun?”

“So much fun!” He grinned before stumbling over to the counter. “Can I have that lasagna?”

“Go for it. I’m not that hungry anyway,” You giggled, pushing the plate towards him as he took a seat at the island. “I was actually about to hit the hay.”

“Boo!” He grumbled. “That’s boring!”

“It’s a school night! And from the looks of it, you should probably go to sleep too,” You reached in the fridge to grab him a bottle of water. “Drink this before bed. I don’t wanna nurse your hangover tomorrow.”

“I’ve got the liver of a 21-year-old athlete, foo,” He hiccuped before taking a bite. “Damn this is the best lasagna I’ve ever tasted in my life! Of course it is, I made it! Thanks, me.”

“Goodnight, Dad,” You laughed, walking over to kiss the top of his head.

“Goodnight, sweetheart. Sweet dreams,” He responded before drawing in a big breath. “GOODNIGHT STILES!”

You froze before hearing a small voice from your room.

“.. Goodnight, sir,” Your face fell into the palm of your hand.

“If you sleep with the door open, I won’t tell your mom that he’s over so late,” Your dad offered. “He can borrow my Star Wars PJ bottoms. They’re in the top drawer. Oh, and you can take the car to school tomorrow! I won’t need it.”

“Really?! Thank you!” You grinned.

“No problem, kiddo,” He said with a mouthful of lasagna. “I’m gonna watch movies and eat popcorn.”

“You do that!” You said as you walked into his room to grab the pajama bottoms before going back to your own bedroom and throwing them at Stiles who sat on your bed. “Rain check?”

“Raincheck,” He affirmed before shifting uncomfortably. “How does he always know I’m here?“

“Maybe it’s the Delvoux blood,” You shrugged before smirking. “Or the fact that you literally parked your car at the entrance of the building.”

“God damn it!” He huffed, recalling his obvious parking spot of choice. “The Jeep! Fuck, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” You giggled, placing a sweet kiss on his lips. “Now we know what not to do next time.”

“It sucks knowing what we could’ve gotten away with tonight if we’d thought it through beforehand,” He grumbled as he made his way to your bathroom.

———

“Y/N, we think Boyd is Derek’s next victim. Wanna go with Stiles to check to see if he’s home or with me to the rink?” Scott approached quickly as you shut your locker, Stiles right on his heels.

“I think you already know my answer,” You laughed.

“No, no, I need her to go with you,” Stiles argued.

“What? Why?” You both questioned.

“She needs to stop using her powers, dude. You can protect her better than I can,” He turned to Scott. “Plus, she brought her dad’s car so she can drive you there. It’ll be quicker.”

“But-“

“He’s right. I think it’s better this way. I’m almost positive he’s at the rink anyway so Stiles should be fine,” Scott grabbed your wrist and gently pulled you behind him. “Call if you need anything!”

“Will do!” Stiles shouted before running out to his Jeep. You and Scott made a beeline to your dad’s car, hopping in and speeding off.

“I don’t have a good feeling about this,” He mumbled. “Am I getting it from you?”

“Yeah, I think so,” You nodded, gripping the wheel.

“So why can’t you use your powers?” He asked as you made a sharp turn to the left.

“I don’t know if it’s true, but there are some articles that say the more you use it, the more likely it is to like.. make you go crazy in a sense,” You spoke up, looking over at his stunned face.

“So that’s the secret you’ve been hiding from us,” He mumbled. “Have you felt any different?”

“I honestly can’t tell. I mean, normally when Lydia tries to get under my skin, I can just laugh it off. Last night though.. It’s like I had this overwhelming urge to outdo her and I kind of channeled the magic or whatever to compete with her,” You sighed. “But I’m also just competitive. So who knows?”

“Maybe it’s triggered by anger the same way it is for me,” Scott pondered for a moment before speaking up. “You might be able to ask Allison if she knows something. Her family’s gotta have some sort of book. And it’s not like she’ll tell anyone or anything.”

“You mean my worrywart of a friend? I don’t know, Scott. She’s got a lot on her plate right now, I’d hate to worsen her anxiety,” You breathed.

“She’d hate to see you not ask for help. She’d rather see you reach out than go crazy,” He shrugged. “But it’s up to you.”

“Yeah, I’ll think about it. It’s not a bad idea,” You nodded as you pulled into the rink. “Now, come on. Let’s go get Boyd.”

Scott rushed into the building before you, scanning the vast space for any presence besides for the boy who sat on top of a Zamboni.

“Boyd!” Scott called as you walked in behind him. “I just wanna talk.”

He continued to drive the ice resurfacing machine, ignoring the two of you.

“Hey, come on, Boyd. Please,” You spoke.

“Did Derek tell you everything?” Scott asked. “And I don’t just mean going out of control on the full moon, I mean everything.”

“He told me about the hunters,” The boy broke his silence, grinding the machine to a stop.

“And that’s not enough for you to say no?“ You questioned, without judgment but with genuine concern. He fell silent once again.

“Whatever you want, there’s other ways to get it.”

“I just want to not eat lunch alone every day.”

“If you’re looking for friends, you can do a lot better than Derek,” Scott shook his head.

“That really hurt, Scott,” The familiar voice boomed behind the two of you. You turned to see Derek standing with his newly formed pack behind him. “I mean if you’re going to review me, at least take a consensus. Erica, how’s life been for you since we met?”

“Hmm. In a word, transformative,” She said before showing her teeth and growling. You rolled your eyes.

“Isaac?” Well, I’m a little bummed about being a fugitive, but other than that, I’m great,” He smiled at you, looking at you up and down.

“Okay, hold on. This isn’t exactly a fair fight,” You scoffed.

“Then go home, kid,” Derek smirked.

“She meant fair for them,” Scott slammed his fist into the ice below him before growling. You took your stance, hoping your magic wouldn’t fail you now. The two betas approached, Isaac going for Scott and Erica towards you.

“Didn’t he tell you, sweetheart?” You smiled. “You can’t hurt me.”

“No, I just can’t make you bleed,” She scoffed before running and throwing you back. You landed on the ice with a thud, groaning a bit as you slid before standing up again. “Doesn’t mean I can’t have a little fun.”

“You shouldn’t have done that,” You chuckled before feeling the power run through your veins in a way that it never has before. It made you feel unstoppable. You could see how this could be addicting; it was euphoric.

She launched at you again but you jumped up, managing to kick her on the side of her head and knocking her down. “Woah..” You smiled.

“Youbitch!” She growled, coming at you again. You waited for her to approach before manipulating her force against her to flip her into the ground below you. “That’s it!”

She whipped out her claws and stood up.

“Make me bleed. I dare you,” You taunted. She paused, realizing who she was up against. In the moment, she let her anger take over her judgment before she continued to march towards you with her claws fully retracted.

The power in your nerves surged excitedly through you. With it, came a feeling you’d never had before; you wanted to hurt her. You wanted to show her your power and frighten her to the point of pissing herself. You didn’t care at the moment if it killed her; you wanted retaliation to the extreme.

You saw a black flame-like aura appear on your hands as she continued towards you, you held them out as the black aura grew, bursting a black flame towards her chest. It sent her flying into the Zamboni headfirst, knocking her unconscious. You turned in time to dodge Isaac as Scott launched him back next to Erica.

“Don’t you get it?!” Scott shouted. “He’s not doing this for you! He’s just adding to his own power, okay? It’s all about him. He makes you feel like he’s giving you some type of gift when all he’s done is turn you into a bunch of guard dogs!”

“It’s true. It is about power,” Derek spoke. You looked at him breathlessly as you wiped your nose. Your eyes widened at the black blood that now decorated the back of your hand. “You look tired, Y/N. Let the big boys take care of this.”

He approached Scott, eyes now glowing red as he slowly transformed into his werewolf form. You saw as Derek head-butted him before slashing his claws through his stomach.

“Scott!” You yelled, feeling something drip out of your nose.

“Stay out of this, Y/N! You’re bleeding!” He shouted before receiving more blows to his chest and jaw, returning them back to Derek and sending him stumbling backward.

You wiped at your nose and saw black blood smeared on the back of your hand. Maybe the whole black aura thing wasn’t such a good idea. You couldn’t help but wonder if your body was warning you against the type of magic you’d summoned. You’re thought were interrupted by Derek’s growl.

The alpha smiled before beating Scott senseless, sending him into the ice. He stepped up to him, pressing his heel into his throat. You looked up a Boyd, taking the keys from his hands and clenching your eyes as you sliced through the palm of your hand.

“Goddamn,” Boyd cringed as you approached Derek from behind. You grabbed his face with your bloodied hand before he turned around with shock.

“Oh shit,” You muttered before he flipped you over his shoulder, sending you flying forcefully into the ice next to Scott and knocking the breath out of you. He quickly took a small, silky fabric out from his jacket and wiped the blood off of his face, seeming to be just fine before walking back to his pack.

“Don’t,” Scott breathed as Boyd approached the two of you. “You don’t wanna be like them.”

“You’re right,” He lifted his shirt to reveal a bite, making you sigh and drop your head back in disappointment. “I wanna be like you.”

The four werewolves gathered before making their exit. Scott rolled over to look at you.

“Are you okay?” He asked, wiping the blood from under your nose and looking back at you. He took your wrist in his hand, seeing that the blood from your hand was still red. You nodded and sat up. “You have to be more careful. But I’ll admit- that last stunt you pulled? That was a killer move.”

“Literally and figuratively,” You smiled, looking down at the cut. “I wonder why it didn’t work though.”

“If you ask me, it probably has to do with that rag he wiped his face with,” Scott looked back as the door swung closed behind the last of them. “We need to find Stiles.”

“We need to take you to the clinic,” You argued, looking at the nasty bash in his stomach making him wince and hiss in pain as you lifted his shirt to take a closer look.

“It’ll heal,” He shook his head.

“Wouldn’t the healing process have started by now? He slashed it at the beginning of the fight,” You furrowed your brows, seeing it bleed a significant amount compared to his more recent wounds. You got up, helping him up before you both made your way back to the car. “Try to keep the blood off of my Dad’s seats.”

The drive to the clinic was quick but it was enough time to call Stiles to check his location. You drove with your left hand as Scott pressed your old hoodie against the wound on your right palm, keeping it from bleeding more. You swung by an alleyway and watched Stiles crawl into the backseat of the car, reeking of garbage.

“Jesus. What happened to you? You smell like shit,” Scott gagged.

“Erica happened! That bitch is ruthless,” He huffed, leaning forward to see his gaping cuts. He looked over at you to see your upper lip covered in dry blood and your hand covered by a blood-soaked cloth. “Oh my god! What happened in there?! Are you okay?”

“Derek happened. He happens to also be a ruthless bitch,” You smiled before driving towards the clinic. “Look, I know I need to stop but I had no choice but to use my powers this time. It was Derek’s pack versus us.”

“It’s okay! But you just have to be careful. We don’t know how to control it yet,” Stiles reassured.

“I get what the articles mean by magic controlling my bloodline,” You breathed, remembering the feeling it gave you. “It came so naturally. And it felt like a drug. It was like utter power and euphoria pumping through my veins. I think it could be addicting. I really need to stop using it.”

“Bro, you should’ve seen her though! Her hands were like covered in this black mist, dude. She beat the living hell out of Erica,” Scott looked back smiling. “She was like a jujitsu master before her hands started smoking. Then she just knocked Erica into the ice smoothing machine and knocked her out without even touching her!”

“Damn,” Stiles’ brows raised, he was impressed. “What happened to her hand?”

“Derek knocked Scott to the ground and held him by the throat with his foot,” You began to explain before Scott chimed in with excitement.

“Y/N sliced her hand open with Boyd’s keys, dude. Then she came up behind Derek and grabbed his face, smearing her blood all over him!” He all but shouted. “It was awesome!”

“Yeah, except for the part where it didn’t phase him and he flipped me over his shoulder,” You mumbled. “My back feels like it got snapped in half now that the adrenaline is going away.”

“Wait, it didn’t phase him?!” Stiles’ jaw dropped. “How?! That shit knocked Scott on his ass with just the fumes or whatever!”

“He wiped his face with this like silk cloth. Scott thinks it has to do with that. I feel like it was because I over-exerted my powers fighting. Who knows,” You shrugged, pulling into the vet clinic’s parking lot. You all got out and proceeded to walk in. “It’s not like we can test it. Scott’s basically immune to my blood now.”

“God, why isn’t this thing healing..” Scott winced as he walked beside you.

“Because it came from an alpha. And that’s not true, Y/N,” Deaton’s voice echoed as he saw the three of you walk in. You froze, how did he know? “The blood of a Delvoux can help cure those she’s bonded with. The women in your family were well known to join werewolf packs as an alliance. They protected your ancestors and your ancestors healed them in return. All it took was love and trust. Mixing the blood of a bonded werewolf with your own can heal you too. Physically and mentally.”

“You know?” You muttered, making him smile. “How?”

“I know everything about this town,” Deaton shrugged. “We have a lot to talk about. I wanna show you something. But before I do, unwrap your hand and rub it on Scott’s wounds. I have to warn you, it’ll burn.”

You nodded, hesitantly taking the hoodie off of your hand as Scott lifted his shirt. You looked up at him as if to ask for permission; he nodded. You placed your bloody hand on the beginning of the top gash. You removed your hand across every gash, feeling a warm sensation in your hand.

“Oh, that’s not too bad!” You smiled as you pulled away.

The second your hand left his final scratch, you felt it. Both you and Scott screamed in pain, feeling as if you were being branded. You held your wrist and fell to your knees, clenching your eyes in midst of the blistering pain. And just as quick as it appeared, it went away. “Fuck, remind me never to do that again.”

“Agreed,” Scott said, trying to catch his breath.

“How do you feel?” Deaton chuckled.

“Like I just placed my hand on a stove,” You looked down at your hand. All that was left from the wound was the dried blood where the hash previously laid.

“Mentally. How do you feel?”

You took a moment to realize that your head suddenly felt light. The anxiety, the anger that boiled deep within you, the darkness that loomed in your mind- it was gone. Your eyes widened at the silence in your head. You didn’t realize just how bad it had gotten until it was gone. It snuck up on you, eating at your mind silently and subtly. The gravity of the situation finally sank in; you were well on your way to insanity before that moment.

“Holy shit,” You whispered. “It’s gone.”

“Come with me,” Deaton’s tone darkened before he led you to the back room. Before you laid a corpse, slashed through like he’d been through a human cheese grinder. “I think we better have that talk now.”

EPISODEFOUR->

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Chapter 2

S2 Episode Two

SUMMARY: With the discovery of a new werewolf on the day of a full moon, the pack plans on saving Isaac from himself, the hunters, and the cops. Y/N asks Stiles about her fake-date plan.

WORD COUNT:

TW: talking about sex, suggestive language

“So Scott and I were talking and thought of a plan,” You smiled as you unwrapped the towel in your hair and entered Stiles’ room wearing his clothes. His jaw dropped slightly at the sight of you. There were a few of his shirts he never wore because of the simple that they were too baggy on him. On you though, they seemed to fall off of your body in the perfect way. Today you opted for an old graphic t-shirt with a pair of your shorts. This was indeed a sight he could get used to. “And you’re zoned out. Earth to Stiles!”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear a word you said,” He replied, looking you up and down. “Damn, you look so good when you wear my shirt. What were you saying? A plan?”

“Yeah,” You giggled as you grabbed a brush from your bag and running it through your damp locks. “So you know how he’s got Argent on his ass and he can’t hang out with Allison? And my mom basically is banning me from seeing you. What if Scott and I pretended to be a couple so that we could all spend more time with our significant others? I told him I’d run it past you before we agreed to anything.”

“I.. Y/N, I don’t know,” He sighed. “I don’t really feel comfortable with that.”

“Okay, no biggie,” You smiled sweetly before kissing his cheek. He grinned at your easy-going personality, silently thanking you for not asking any more questions as he climbed into his bed. The last thing he wanted to do was act like a jealous douche bag. “Just thought I’d ask.”

“Scott really surprises me with his stupid plans sometimes,” Stiles chuckled, making you pause. “… That was his plan, right?”

“Yeah! Yup, you know Scott with his.. dumb plans,” You muttered, making Stiles laugh while mentally cursing yourself for lying.

“So dumb! I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love the guy but damn it’s like sometimes he forgets that we’re people with feelings or something. Anyways are you ready for bed?” He grinned, scooting over to his side of the bed and holding the blanket open for you.

“Yeah,” You smiled as the guilt began settling in your stomach from your dishonesty. You thought about telling him as you turned off the lights and again when crawled in with him, but by the time you worked enough courage, he changed the conversation completely. You both talked about nothing and everything for an hour in each other’s arms. What harm could come from a small white lie anyways?

“Your shampoo is literally the best thing I’ve ever smelled in my life,” He breathed into your fragrant hair, making you laugh. “Seriously! It’s heavenly.”

“I actually feel the same about yours.”

“You picked mine out.”

“Yeah, hence why it smells so good,” You shrugged, making him chuckle. You readjusted next to him, facing him as you spoke. “I really like your cologne too. Before we were dating, I remember-”

“Come back,” He pouted, holding his arms open.

“I’m comfier over here!” You argued with a smile.

“Okay and?” He furrowed his brows and waved his arms around as if to tell you to come back anyway. “Come on! I can’t fall asleep when you’re not on my chest!”

“I have a solution. Face the wall,” You began, making him scoff.

“Okay,rude!” He shouted before turning around with sass. You giggled before scooting up behind him and wrapping your arm around him. “I’m not going to be able to sleep like this.”

“Let’s just try it!” You rolled your eyes. “I like hugging you.”

“You can hug me from my chest,” He yawned. And within a couple of minutes, he fell asleep. It was the first time he’d ever fallen asleep before you, making you smile. Not going to be able to sleep your ass.

You snuggled into his back, kissing the back of his neck and breathing in his scent. The sound of his breathing soothed you like the crashing waves on a beach. You loved hearing his sleepy groans and mumbles as he slept, though it was rare for you to be awake to experience it.

“Goodnight. I love you,” You whispered, not expecting an answer.

“Mm love you too,” He grumbled in his sleep, putting his arm around the one you wrapped around him. You smiled; even in his sleep, he was the sweetest boyfriend you could ask for.

———

“Alright, show’s over, assholes,” You called as you walked up to Lydia and Allison who stood frozen under the crowd’s gaze. Everyone stared at Lydia in silence, judging her for the naked hiatus she took in the woods. Suddenly, their eyes all shifted to you, making you roll yours. “Go!”

And just like that, everyone scattered, looking back as they walked away. You smiled and looked back at Lydia.

“I was gone for a few days and now you’re the queen bee, huh?” She teased.

“Oh, hell no. Just keeping your seat warm on the throne is all,” You smiled, making her laugh. “Now, let’s get to class, yeah?”

“And to think, you were this shy, insecure little thing when I found you! I think my job is done. You can dress, walk the walk and now you can talk the talk! I’m so proud of myself!” She grinned before walking away, leaving you and Allison standing at the doorway.

“Gee, thanks, Y/N,” You muttered, making Allison laugh. “You’re such a good friend. Thank you for shooing everyone away!”

“Oh,please,” Allison laughed, wrapping her arm around you. “You didn’t actually expect a thank you from her, did you? She’s back and as cool as ever again.”

“Yay us,” You grumbled, making her throw her head back in laughter as you walked towards your lockers. “So, how are you? I feel like it’s been forever since we talked.”

“Things are really good actually,” She blushed. You furrowed your brows and smiled. “Like so good.”

“NO WAY!” You squealed. “NO FUCKING WAY!”

“Shh!!” She giggled, pulling you aside at your locker. “Yes way! Scott and I finally.. you know..”

“Youfucked!” You grinned. “Finally!”

“What do you mean finally?” She tilted her head.

“Scott was so mad at me for basically sharing all of my firsts on the same day as him. First kiss, first I love you- you name it. We basically had the exact same milestones as you guys. He made us swear to wait until he lost his so we could lose ours,” You admitted.

“That’s ridiculous!” Allison laughed. “Technically, we did it after midnight so you could lose yours tonight as a fuck you. Figuratively and literally.”

“I’m actually a little nervous,” You admitted as you messed with the lock on your locker and opened it. You continued to speak as you took things out of your bag and organized them neatly in your shelves. “What’s it like? Does it hurt? Is it awkward?”

“A little bit at first. You have to make sure to like… warm up, if you get what I mean. It’s not bad though. It’s actually a lot of fun,” She bit on her pointer finger, remembering the events from the previous night. “And it’s not awkward. It was really sweet actually. Are you having second thoughts or something?”

“No!God, no. He’s great! It’s just.. losing your virginity seems like such a big deal. I’m just excited to get the first time over with,” You grumbled.

“Don’t think like that! It’s really not that big of a deal at all. It’s just a label. But make sure to savor it and be safe. It’ll definitely be something you’ll remember for the rest of your life so might as well make it sweet,” She smiled, hugging you from behind. “Just don’t tell Lydia about it.”

“Oh, that’s a given,” You said before the two of you erupted into giggles and walked to class.

———

“He’s playing goalie? But he hates goalie,” Allison furrowed her brows. You looked up from your book to see him jogging towards the goal. “What’s up with that?”

“I don’t know actually,” You responded, looking over at Stiles. His features were decorated in concern, eyes locked on his best friend. You placed a bookmark in the novel you were reading and put it in your bag before leaning against Allison. “Something’s wrong. Look at Stiles.”

“He always looks like that.”

“Okay, well he’s shifting his weight and playing with his hands. That’s a dead giveaway that- what the fuck?!” You gasped as Scott ran from the goal and tackled the first guy in line. “Did he just sniff him?”

“Yeah, it looks like it,” She leaned forward in concern. “Scott, what are you doing?..”

Scott looked up from the field before running back to his position. The two of you watched as he proceeded to repeat his actions with everyone in line until Jackson walked off, making you narrow your eyes in suspense. You recognized the next player as Isaac Lahey. He and Scott took off running and tried to tackle one another, resulting in them falling to the ground. Isaac landed on all fours and looked up at Scott, reminding you of how Scott practiced and played when he first turned.

“Oh my god,” You whispered. “Al, I think-”

“The cops are here,” Allison interrupted, pointing to your left. You looked over and, sure enough, a group of policemen walked over to Isaac, taking him away. The lacrosse team watched as they walked him off.

“Watch my stuff?” You looked over at Allison, earning a nod before you walked down the bleachers and made your way to the boys. “What the hell is going on?”

“I saw his eyes glow,” Scott leaned in and spoke in a hushed tone. “I thought I sensed another werewolf in the locker room earlier so Stiles asked Coach if I could play goalie.”

“That explains the tackling,” You mumbled sarcastically.

“His father’s dead. They think he was murdered.”

“Are they saying he’s a suspect?” Stiles asked.

“I’m not sure. Why?” Scott responded as you all looked over again.

“Because they can lock him in a holding cell for 24 hours,” Stiles responded.

“Like overnight?”

“During the full moon,” You breathed.

“How good are those things at holding people?”

“People? Good,” Stiles looked over at Scott. “Werewolves? Probably not that good.”

“Stiles, remember when I said I don’t have the urge to maim and kill?”

“Yeah?”

“He does.”

“Alright, ass wipes. Enough staring! Back to practice!”

———

The three of you sat in Mr. Harris’ class and spoke more about the previous events, trying to figure out if the Sheriff’s Department could hold Lahey or not.

“I don’t think they can do that. Well, not unless they have solid evidence,” You responded to Scott.

“Or a witness,” Stiles’ eyes widened. “Wait.. Danny. Where’s Jackson?”

“Principal’s office. Talking to your dad,” The dark-haired boy responded.

“What? Why?!”

“Maybe because he lives across the street from Isaac?”

“A witness,” Stiles looked back at you. “We’ve got to get to the principal’s office.”

“One step ahead of you,” You said, crumbling up a piece of paper and launching it at Mr. Harris’ head, causing the class to erupt in laughter.

“Who in the hell did that?” He growled, turning around. The three of you pointed at one another, earning a spot in the principal’s lineup. You all walked to his office and took a seat, looking in as Scott listened to the conversation. The sheriff walked out of the office and looked over at the three of you. Stiles quickly pulled up a magazine to his face in an effort to hide.

“Hi, Scott. Hey, Y/N,” He greeted his son’s friends before shooting his son a look of annoyance. You both waved as he walked away.

“Nice playoff,” You deadpanned, taking the magazine out of Stiles’ hands.

“Hey, give that back! I was actually reading about the Mets-”

“You three. Come on in,” A voice said from beside you. You all looked over to see Gerard standing before you.

“Y/N Y/L/N,” He read off of a file. “Beacon Hill’s smartest student. Very involved in the community; honor society, student council, writer’s club, and you still find time to volunteer. I see you’ve been lacking a bit. You haven’t logged many hours in a few weeks.”

“My parents divorced and I had to pick up shifts at the clinic,” You explained, not straying too far from the truth.

“That’s a shame. Sorry to hear about that,” He said unsympathetically. “Scott McCall. Academically not the most accomplished, but I see you have become quite the star athlete. Mr. Stilinski. Oh, perfect grades but little to no extracurriculars. Maybe you should try lacrosse.”

“Oh, actually I’m already-”

“Hold on. McCall,” Gerard held up a finger. “You’re the Scott that was dating my granddaughter.”

“We were dating but not anymore. Not dating. We broke up. I’m actually in a new relationship,” He said, taking your hand. You and Stiles looked over in annoyance at your stumbling mess of a friend. “With Y/N. We’re dating now.”

“We are?” You asked, getting a look from Scott. “I didn’t know we’re official. Uh, yeah, yeah.. We’re dating now.”

“Childhood friends. It was bound to happen,” Scott shrugged. “Isn’t that right, babe?”

It took everything inside of you not to gag at the way he called you babe without any sort of irony. You swallowed and nodded.

Stiles scoffed before you kicked his ankle. “Sorry. I’m still bitter about that. I liked her too.”

The new principal chuckled before looking back at Scott.

“Well, that’s too bad. You seem like a pretty nice kid to me,” Gerard smiled before looking away. You yanked your hand from Scott’s and shot him a look. “Now listen guys- Yes, I am the principal but I really don’t want you to think of me as the enemy.”

“Is that so?” Stiles asked sarcastically, making you let out a breathy chuckle.

“However, this being my first day, I do need to support my teachers. So unfortunately someone is going to have to take the fall and stay behind for detention.”

You looked over and Scott and realized he was looking past you. You looked to your right in time to catch Stiles’ gaze. He looked around at all of you before his jaw dropped.

“I threw the-” You began.

“No, I got it!” He flailed his arms. “I’ll go..”

——

“Stiles!” Scott called after his best friend who marched away. “Dude, I’m sorry! I freaked out! Y/N brought up the idea and Allison gave the okay so I assumed-”

“But I didn’t!” He stopped, turning back to Scott. “She asked me and I told her I wasn’t comfortable with it! Of course you assumed. You always do!”

“Stiles, I’m sorry-”

“Youalways are, dude! You never ask for permission. You always beg for forgiveness! I’m so tired of you just jumping into your own plan- … Wait, Y/N came up with the idea?”

Your eyes widened as he looked over at you.

“Did I say Y/N? No, it was my idea. That was all on me-”

“NO, Scott, it’s okay. Yeah, I did,” You confirmed, looking at your boyfriend. His face dropped, no longer showing an ounce of anger. He was hurt. “I just.. figured it’d be a good way around my mom’s strict rules so I could spend more time with you. But then you turned it down so I didn’t talk about it again.”

“Why would you-.. You told me it was Scott’s- You know what? Never mind,” He scoffed and walked off.

“Sti!” You began to walk after him before Scott held his arm out, preventing you from chasing after him. “What are you doing? I need to go after him.”

“He needs to cool down,” He shook his head. “Or else he’ll say something he doesn’t mean. Just give it an hour, okay? The conversation will still be there.”

“You’re right,” You hesitated. “God, it feels awful to hurt his feelings.”

“Tell me about it,” Scott sighed, looking over his shoulder to see Stiles walk around a corner. “Come on. Let’s go get some lunch, yeah?”

———

“Hey, you want me to wait on you, or should I catch another ride?” You asked as Stiles closed his locker after school.

“I don’t know how long I’ll be. It’d probably be best if you got another right,” He sighed. He wasn’t trying to hurt you. He genuinely didn’t know how long detention would run. Not to mention, his feelings were still hurt. His stomach dropped at the sight of you. Though it was a small lie, he couldn’t help but fear the possibility of his best friend developing feelings for the girl he loved wholeheartedly while in this fake relationship. After all, it hadn’t even been a full year since Scott got over his little crush. What if it came back?

“Stiles, can we just talk about this? I’m so s-”

“I have to get to detention, Y/N,” He shook his head before walking off. He was never one to be vulnerable, let alone when he was hurt. You thought you’d seen him open up more towards you but seeing him dismiss you made you think your relationship just took a step back.

You sighed. You weren’t expecting this reaction. He was genuinely hurt, and you could understand why; you lied. You’d be offended too considering a lot of your relationship was built on always telling the truth. It made you nervous, the impact of a small lie.

You’d recently learned more about the Delvoux family and kept it hidden from everyone, including Stiles. The powers developed in certain generations of the family. Those with magical abilities were often cursed; many of them went crazy. Of those, almost every single one either committed suicide or a heinous crime. Magic was a hard thing to control, and it often was the one doing the controlling. The stronger the witch and the more magic she used, the higher the risk was.

You didn’t say anything because the chances of having any sort of magical abilities were slim. It wasn’t until you started feeling tingling in your fingers and predicting events that it hit you; you had the ability. You thought you had it under control, but the magic kept finding you. Predictions came naturally. Not only that, but your intelligence was another form of magic in and of itself. Perfect grades regardless of the lack of studying, being able to understand even the hardest of topics, figuring out perfect plans for the pack to use during trying times; it was all your bloodline’s gift. Truth be told, you had no idea how long you’d been using magic to ace exams and focus on your studies.

“Hey,” Allison spoke, bringing you out of your deep thoughts. “I heard about Stiles. Are you okay?”

“Scott told you?” You sighed, adjusting your backpack.

“Yeah. I almost didn’t believe it until I saw him walk past me a minute ago,” She nodded. “How are you holding up?”

“Oh, I’m fantastic,” You smiled sarcastically, making her laugh.

“Wanna come over? We can get our minds off of our relationships and just watch a movie or something,” She offered. You hesitated before realizing that was actually exactly what you wanted to do and nodded. “Alright. Let’s go! I’ll let you pick the movie.”

You walked out to her car and made a quick stop by the video store, opting for the movie Inception. You also dropped by the store and picked out a few snacks for the movie, laughing and joking the whole time. She really had a way of cheering you up in your worst times.

After returning home, you greeted her parents. You knew they were skeptical of you, being Scott’s friend and all, but they smiled and treated you with nothing but kindness. You sat down at the dinner table after your movie and made them all laugh with your goofy stories and sweet disposition.

“Let’s go to my room and study!” Allison giggled, pulling you away from her mother and running up towards the stairs. She almost ran into a man dressed as a cop, apologizing as she moved aside. You caught glimpse of a small wooden container with a wolfsbane flower engraved on the top and froze. She gave you a look of concern before being summoned into her father’s office. “Go ahead. I’ll be right up to tell you everything.”

“Okay,” You nodded, jogging up to her room. It was only a few minutes before she opened her door with urgency and made her way to you.

“We need to do something about Isaac. Like right now. They were asking me all these questions about Lydia and how she was bitten by Peter, and then they sent this guy out-”

“I saw that! I’m assuming they’re sending him to Isaac?” You sighed. “He was carrying a box with wolfsbane in it. I could tell from the top because it was carved on top.”

“Wolfsbane?”

“Yeah, it’s toxic to the werewolves. I think they’re gonna-”

You stopped at the sound of your phone going off. You looked up at Allison before grabbing and answering it.

“Hello?” You hesitated.

“Hey, sorry. Harris literally just let me out of detention. Literally. He had my phone the whole fucking time!” Stiles’ voice echoed into your ear, making you frown. You could tell by his tone that he was still angry.

“It’s cool. Look, we have a bigger problem on our hands. I’m with Allison and her dad just sent a guy dressed as a sheriff’s deputy to the station for Isaac,” You explained. “He was carrying a box of wolfsbane with him.”

“Oh my god. They’re gonna kill him,” Stiles said. “Okay, okay, what’s the plan?”

“Um..” You trailed off.

“You don’t have a plan?!”

“Doyou?” You rebutted. “I just found out about this literally five seconds ago!”

“Okay, uh, you and Allison follow that guy to the station. Slow him down, alright? I’ll meet you there,” Stiles scrambled for the words as he conceived the plan on the spot. “See, now that wasn’t too hard was it?”

You rolled your eyes. “I’ll see you soon. Bye … Allison, let’s get in your car. I’ll explain everything on the way.”

You both ran downstairs and hopped in her car before speeding off. You quickly filled her in on the plan and within a few minutes, you had the man on the ground screaming with an arrow in his leg.

“Nice!” You whispered, making her smile. “If things don’t work out with Scott, just know I’m next in line.”

“Noted,” She chuckled. “I’ll keep the spot reserved for you.”

You laughed as you both ran away to get some distance. Once you felt safe, you picked up your phone and dialed your boyfriend.

“Hey, did you slow him down?” Stiles answered.

“You could say that,” You let out a breathy chuckle as you looked at Allison.

“Alright, well, uh, I’m headed to the station right now.”

“Where’s Scott?” Allison chimed in, leaning against your head to hear the conversation.

“Isaac’s.”

“Does he have a plan?” She followed up.

“Yeah, but not a very good one. And unfortunately, we don’t really have time to come up with anything better,” Stiles huffed.

“I have to go find him,” Allison said.

“Oh, that’s not a very good idea either,” Your eyes widened.

“No! That’s a really stupid idea actually!” Stiles cried. “Stay at the station. It’s safer there. He should be going all out werewolf right about now.”

“Let’s split up,” Allison brushed off. “You stay here. I’m only a phone call away and Stiles is on the way.”

“Allison!” Stiles shouted. “Al, listen to me! You’re safer as a group! Stay with-”

“She’s gone,” You sighed. “Fuck! What am I supposed to do here? What’s Scott’s plan?”

“This wasn’t a part of it,” Stiles squeaked. “I’m picking up Derek right now, okay? Hide. I’ll be right there. And Y/N!”

“What?”

“Just.. be careful, alright? I’m still pissed but I really don’t know what I would do without you so just stay safe,” He lowered his tone.

“You too,” You smiled softly. “Take a breath. We got this, okay? I’ll see you soon.”

“Thanks. I love you, bye!”

You sat in an alleyway and watched as people entered and exited the sheriff’s station. You kept your eyes peeled for anyone with a limp. Time seemed to fly by now that you finally heard him say he loved you. Ever since your lab earlier, you felt anxiety swell in the pit of your stomach that begged to know just how badly you screwed up. His tone cleared it all up; this was simply argument. Nothing catastrophic.

Just as your mind began to wander back to the thoughts and secrets of your bloodline, you saw a familiar baby blue Jeep pull up. You smiled and jogged up to it before tapping on the passenger’s window.

“Would you please tell this person of interest that going in there as a distraction isn’t the best idea?” Stiles flailed his arms.

“I’m an innocent person of interest!”

“You?!” Stiles laughed. “Yeah, right!”

“Going back to your question, it depends on the distraction,” You shrugged. “If you flirt, you’re golden. It’s the new deputy and she drops everything at the opportunity to get her dick wet.”

“She has a dick?” Derek raised his brows

“I don’t know! It’s just an expression,” You chuckled.

“You’re only saying that because you hate her,” Stiles deadpanned. “She doesn’t drop everything for male validation. She just happened to have flirted with me in front of Y/N.”

“No. I might not like her but I’m just saying the truth,” You argued.

“Oh, so now she’s capable of telling the truth!” He gasped.

“Stiles, refer to me in the third person again and I will do this by myself,” You huffed.

You opened Derek’s door and motioned him to walk in front of you before following close behind. You and Stiles waited for him to capture her full attention before sneaking in behind them. Stiles led the way to his father’s office, typing in the code to a small safe. When he opened it, there was nothing in there.

“Oh, no..” He mumbled, making you peak over his shoulder before you looked at one another and took off running. You looked through the hallways and whipped a quick right to run into a cop. “Oh, uh, just looking for..”

You both looked down at the man’s leg to see it was impaled with an arrow. “Oh shit..”

He held out a gun and pushed the two of you in front of him, herding you to the holding cells. You saw Stiles trip beside you and took the opportunity to yank the fire alarm. The man’s eyes lit up with anger before shoving you with force into the room. You stumbled and fell backward into the open cell.

“That’s not good,” You muttered, pausing to look around for the feral werewolf that loomed in the room. As soon as you caught a glimpse of him in the corner, he launched his body into that of the faux cop. He stumbled back before trying to fight back. His hand was quickly caught and bent to an ungodly angle. You took the opportunity to run towards your boyfriend, checking him for any scrapes before looking back once again.

“Are you okay?” He asked, holding your face in his hands. You nodded before seeing a figure appear at the doorway.

Derek entered the room and stomped on the vile of wolfsbane before calmly looking up at Isaac. Your eyes widened in fear when his eyes shifted to your boyfriend; the intention of maiming in killing was certainly clear now.

In the midst of the chaos, you lowered your jaw and felt yourself give him a deadly look. Isaac approached with a similar look until he caught your gaze. He froze, making the men in the room look towards you as well.

“Back.Off,” You ordered with an authoritative voice. Isaac simply stared at you, the look of horror slowly arising. “GET THE FUCK BACK!”

He stumbled back with utter terror, falling back into the wall behind him and curling into a ball. You heard his whimpers and breathed out a sigh of relief before looking back at Stiles. His lips parted in amazement.

“How did you do that?” He breathed.

“Peter was right,” Derek spoke up in disbelief. “You’re a Delvoux.”

He quickly gathered his beta before fleeing the scene, leaving you and Stiles in the room alone with the unconscious man on the opposite of the room. Stiles got up and offered you a hand.

“So what else are you hiding from me?” He furrowed his brows. “You gonna cast a spell of forgiveness next?”

“Wha- I didn’t even know I could do that!” You argued, making him scoff.

“I don’t even know what to believe anymore,” He grumbled, letting go of your hand.

“Are you fucking kidding me right now, Stilinski?!” You shouted. “This is the thanks I get for saving your life? Yes, I lied. And I’m so sorry. Truly. You have to know how guilty I’ve felt about hiding this from you. But you don’t get a free pass into every bit of information about my life just because your my boyfriend!”

“Jesus Christ, Y/N. I never asked that from you! All I ask is for the truth. If you’re not ready to talk about something, then fucking tell me that! I won’t push you to talk about anything but I feel like a boyfriend should know when his girlfriend is going through something. I’m fed up with your secrecy!” He shouted. “You had no right to tell me your little dating plan was Scott’s idea!”

“You’re right, Stiles. That one is completely on me, okay? And I won’t ever do that again. I’m sorry I hurt you,” You lowered your tone, but anger dripped from your following words. “But this whole Delvoux thing?! I’m hiding most of it to protect you because I would assume you wouldn’t want to know that it’s a fucking curse!”

“A curse?” He blinked. “What do you mean by that?”

You stayed silent and looked away.

“Look, I get that you don’t wanna talk about it but don’t hold back on my account. I can handle the-”

“Stiles?” You heard a voice from the doorway, making your boyfriend look towards his father. You sighed, holding back tears from the argument. “Y/N, wait in the lobby. Stiles, come with me.”

You nodded and walked past the group of deputies, towards the lobby. You could hear the inaudible shouting from his office and closed your eyes, wishing this would all just stop. You wanted nothing more than to curl up into your pillow and cry away the hopeless feeling that sank into the pit of your stomach. You placed your head on your hands to hide the tears that refused to stay in your eyes, not knowing how much time passed before you felt a familiar presence in front of you.

“Hey,” Stiles spoke softly. You remained in your position, not wanting to show your tear stained cheeks and bloodshot eyes. “Can we talk in the Jeep?”

You sighed and nodded before grabbing your backpack and standing up, not daring to look at his sympathetic gaze. You walked out in front of him, seeing his hand move past you to open the door. He repeated the usual act when you got to his Jeep. You hopped in and wiped your cheeks as he jogged over.

“I’m sorry,” You began. “I’m sorry for not telling the truth and for hurting you. It was never my intention. You didn’t deserve that, Sti. I’m so sorry.”

“I know,” He nodded. “I’m sorry for acting so childish. I don’t think I would’ve been so mad had Scott not said you were his earlier. I was acting out of jealousy and you didn’t deserve that either. It’s okay that you hid some stuff from me and that you lied. I get it. And you don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to. Just know I’m here for you if you want to.”

“I feel like I’ve been on the verge of a mental breakdown from not telling you everything. I think you should know,” You sighed, swallowing the knot in your throat. You proceeded to tell him everything; the magic, the way you mindlessly used it for your intelligence, the effect it might have on you and it being the reason you’ve been so hesitant about looking into it.. You didn’t want to accidentally use more magic. He listened intently while rubbing his hand on your thigh.

“We’ll find a way,” He reassured. “We always do.”

“I don’t know, Stiles,” Your voice finally broke. “I don’t think we will this time. I’m so scared.”

“Hey, come here,” He whispered, pulling you into his embrace. “I will find a way around this if it’s the last thing I do, okay? You’re going to be okay. You have my word. And I’ll stick it through with you no matter what.”

He held you tightly as you sobbed quietly into his shoulder, rubbing your back for the few minutes you allowed yourself to cry it all out. Once your breathing finally regulated, you leaned back again.

“I don’t know how I would do this without you. I love you so much,” You laughed, wiping the final tears from your face using the sleeve of your shirt. “It actually hurts sometimes.”

“God, I feel that in my soul,” He chuckled, reaching over to wipe your cheek with his thumb. “Love sucks. No one ever tells you how bad you feel when you hurt the person you love. Or how your chest literally feels like it’s going to explode when they fall asleep on it.”

“It sucks so bad,” You giggled, making him smile. “I don’t even wanna imagine what heartbreak is like.”

“Oh, I don’t plan on ever feeling it with you,” He admitted. “I refuse. You’re just stuck with me I guess.”

“I’m okay with that,” You looked into his eyes. “I’m still sorry.”

“It’s okay! It’s okay! All is forgiven,” He laughed. “Just please don’t cry again because holy shit I feel like I just got punched in the gut.”

“Okay, I promise I won’t cry again,” You smiled. He returned the facial expression, looking at you with utter admiration. “So you were jealous, huh?”

“Oh my god. So fucking jealous!” He said, making you laugh again. “Like I was fully prepared to just like punch him and surround myself in mountain ash.”

“If it makes you feel better, there’s nothing to be jealous about,” You put your hand on the side of his neck.

“Oh?” He raised his brows. “Why’s that?”

“Because I am so, completely, and utterly yours. I don’t think anyone could compare to you. You’re like the best boyfriend ever. I mean, you’re hot, nice, smart, and hot and funny and caring, oh and did I mention hot?!” You grinned as he threw his head back in laughter before scrunching your nose. “Also, Scott?! EW! Bleh! Hell no! I really do see him like a brother so that’s just fucking gross!”

“Thank God,” He leaned back and sighed in relief. You took his hand in yours and took in his features, still not quite believing he was yours. “I love you.”

“I love you more, dumbass,” You smiled, squeezing his hand. “Hey, my mom’s working the late shift. You mind if I stay the night?”

“I was just about to ask you actually,” He chuckled. “Yes, please stay the night!”

“Okay, I’ll definitely make it all up to you tonight,” You said, a little more seductive than you anticipated. His eyes widened in response. “Let’s go.”

“H-hold up,” He stuttered. “Wait, wait, wait. What? Tonight?!”

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to. We just got into an argument so I totally understand if don’t want to-” You blushed.

“NO! I mean, uh,” He squeaked before clearing his throat and speaking in a deeper tone. “No, I definitely want to. But didn’t we promise Scott not to until he..?”

“He did it last night,” You smiled. “So?”

He looked at you with wide eyes and lips parted before clumsily fumbling to start the car and speeding off. You laughed at his urgency and the grin that painted his features. “This is gonna be awesome.”

EPISODE THREE ->

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My heart goes out to Ukraine and those oppressed under the Russian regime. My soul feels heavy knowing about the horrors going on in their country. Innocent people and children are dying because of a mentally unstable facist’s pride. I stand with Ukraine and their heroic fight for democracy. I have never felt such pride as I do seeing these people fight for their freedom and livelihoods. They are truly the definition of heroes. If you want to donate, please visit this website. It will provide you with multiple organizations and charities that you can donate to.

Now back to your regularly scheduled, dumb ass A/N. I’ve had written for a couple of weeks now.

A/N:Sorry y’all. You know me, I’m a SLUT for some angst. Can’t have a relationship without an argument from time to time. I just have a feeling Stiles is like super petty as a way to hide his vulnerable side before he comes to his senses and apologizes. I promise he’ll get better at handling his emotions, he’s just ✨traumatized✨. I feel like he needs Y/N’s divine feminine energy to really get in touch with that side of himself. Anyways, I’m ranting now. SERIOUSLY HAVING THE TIME OF MY LIFE WITH THE SERIES RN OMG.

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To Fall for a Friend

SEASONTwo

Stiles x Reader

Y/N gets incorporated episode by episode into Teen Wolf

The life Y/N once knew is completely gone. Her parents are divorced, her best friend finally comes to grips with being a werewolf, and the boy she had a crush on is now hers. Suddenly, her best friend goes missing and the pack is on a new hunt; find the new werewolf that is wreaking havoc on Beacon Hills. She now faces newly found powers, afraid of what it might mean for her ultimate wellbeing.

1. Episode One ->
2. Episode Two ->
3. Episode Three ->
4. Episode Four ->
5. Episode Five ->
6. Episode Six ->
7. Episode Seven & Eight ->
8. Episode Nine->
9. Episode Ten->
10. Episode Eleven ->
11. Episode Twelve ->

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TFFAF UPDATE -> (what to expect in the next few months)

Chapter 1

S2 Episode One

SUMMARY: Y/N discovers more about what Peter told her the night he died, choosing to keep some facts hidden. Lydia goes missing and the pack commences a full on search for the potential new werewolf.

WORD COUNT: 4670

TW: none besides the usual cursing lol :)

“Come back to bed,” You boyfriend whined, throwing his favorite pillow at you. You laughed and twirled in his desk chair to face him, only to notice he was already under the covers. “You didn’t come with us to look for Lydia and now you won’t even come to bed!”

“Okay, you say that like I had an option. My mom’s got me on strict house arrest ever since she found you in my room the other night. Also I think I found something,” You smiled before throwing back the pillow, making him groan. You’ve been actively scouring the internet for answers since the last conversation with Peter, especially now that you had a disgusting amount free time with your century-long grounding. Luckily, your mom typically worked the late night shifts so you were able to sneak Stiles in at midnight on most nights. “Can I just read this to you before we go to sleep? I’ll make it quick.”

“Nope,” He said nonchalantly. “Bed. Sleep. Now. We have to wake up early tomorrow and it’s already-”

“2:00 AM, I know,” You pouted, knowing it was his kryptonite. “Pleaseee.”

You heard a sigh and the creak of his bed before feeling his presence behind you after you twirled back to the computer. He crouched down and pressed his lips to your neck, making a shiver go down your spine.

“Fine. What did you find?” He asked, voice muffled into your hair. “You have five minutes to explain before I pick your ass up and take you to bed.”

“It says here that the Delvoux family was believed to be a long line of mages from France-”

“A mage?” Stiles perked up. “Isn’t that a witch?”

“Yeah, kinda! But anyways-“

“Does that mean you can cast spells and use magic?” He looked over at you with an excited look. “Because that would be awesome.”

“I doubt it but let me finish,” You laughed before kissing his cheek and reading on. “It says here that the Delvoux are infamously known for casting a spell on the Rowan tree in 1598, giving it the ability to scare off evil beings and create barriers against the supernatural.”

“Like wolfsbane?” He asked, pulling up another chair to sit next to you. He leaned forward to read on, staying silent for a few moments as his eyes scanned the page. “Wait, the Delvoux family created Mountain Ash?!”

“That’s not even the craziest part!” You scrolled down. “Listen to this, their descendants’ blood is said to be laced in mountain ash.”

“Okay so what does that mean?”

“It means, I’m basically untouchable by the supernatural,” Your tone was laced in excitement as you took off into another rant. “Well, kind of. My blood acts more like wolfsbane-“

“Woah, woah, woah,” Stiles stopped you. “How do you even know you’re a Delvoux? He could’ve just been saying this to put you in danger.”

“Apparently during the Salem witch trials, the Delvoux family was forced to change their surname in order to protect themselves,” You explained before looking over at him. “Stiles, they changed their name to Y/L/N.”

He narrowed his eyes in thought, staying silent for a moment before speaking up again.

“You think your Hogwarts letter got lost in the mail?” He joked.

“Fuck off,” You playfully shoved him, making him chuckle. “Read the second paragraph from the bottom.”

You watched as he subconsciously moved his lips as he read along, squinting ever so slightly to look at the small text before opting to read out loud.

“The Delvoux descendants’ blood is known to be poisonous to supernatural beings. If enough blood is shed, it’ll paralyze and eventually kill the attacker?!” He looked over at you. You nodded. “In very rare cases, those who have managed to spill a lethal amount of fresh Delvoux blood are cured. They no longer possess any sort of supernatural abilities and are by all accounts human.”

“So if a supernatural being manages to kill me, and somehow my blood doesn’t kill them, they’re cured,” You summed up.

“Yes, thank you, Sherlock,” Stiles rolled his eyes. “I got it the first time.”

“Sorry, I’m just excited,” You giggled. “There’s a way to test if I really am one.”

“How?” He questioned. You smirked. “Oh god. Is it bad?”

———

“What do you mean you want a drop of my blood?” Scott furrowed his brows as he closed his locker. “No! That’s so fucking weird. Even for you.”

“What do I have to do to convince you?” You rolled your eyes.

“What are you gonna do with it?” He asked carefully.

“I already told you! A science experiment.”

“I can literally hear your heart speed up, dumbass. What’s the real reason?” He turned to walk toward the parking lot.

“Give me your blood and I’ll tell you,” You smiled sweetly. He scoffed and walked off. “Scott! Please! I-.. Ooh! I’ll do your laundry for a week.”

He stopped in his tracks.

“A month,” He turned around.

“Two weeks,” You bargained.

“And you have to clean my room tonight,” He raised his brow.

“Deal,” You stuck out your hand. He reluctantly shook it. “Anyways, how’re things going with the secret girlfriend, lover boy?”

“Shh! Keep it down, would you?“ He hissed before frantically looking around. “How did you know?”

“No one! I figured it out on my own,” You said. “I saw you sneak into a classroom together the other day.”

“It was Stiles, wasn’t it?” He deadpanned.

“You know, I don’t appreciate the whole listening to my heartbeat thing,” You scowled. “But in his defense, he didn’t tell me about it until last night when I asked, and I had to beg him to tell me. I’m only asking because I wanted to make sure you were okay after everything that went down with her dad.”

“Oh,” He responded softly. “Yeah, I’m alright. Thanks for asking. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I was trying to keep it under wraps.”

“So you told Stiles?” You chuckled.

“No, he actually did see us sneak into a classroom,” Scott laughed. “I’m actually surprised he didn’t tell you sooner.”

“GUYS!” Stiles squeaked as he ran over to the two of you, practically shoving people out of the way as he approached. “I think I have something about the Lydia case! My dad told me that there was a grave robbery last night. Get this, normally they steal jewelry. Last night, they stole a dead lady’s liver.”

“She ate the liver?” Scott’s face scrunched up in disgust.

“No, I didn’t say she ate it. I just said it was missing,” Stiles shook his head. “And you know what? Even if she did, so what? It’s the most nutritious part of the body.”

“Yeah, but it’s also a dead woman’s liver,” Your face scrunched up in disgust.

“I never ate anyone’s liver,” Scott challenged.

“Yeah, right, ‘cause when it comes to werewolves, you’re a real model of self-control,” Stiles muttered. You walked behind them and almost ran into him with the way he came to a stop. “Actually, wait- hold on. You’re the test case for this so we should be going over what happened to you.”

“What do you mean?” He asked.

“I mean like what was going through your mind when you were turning, you know? What were you drawn to?”

“Oh, I bet I can answer this one,” You finally spoke up with a smirk. They both looked at you. “Allison. He couldn’t stay away from her. Hell, he still can’t.”

“She’s right,” Scott shrugged.

“Allison. Okay, nothing else? Seriously?” He groaned.

“Nothing else mattered,” Scott confessed.

“Maybe we can start with Jackson?” You offered. “She was looking for him all night. And she never stops talking about him. It’s gotta be him. Maybe you guys can catch him in the locker room and talk to him.”

“Like he’ll wanna talk to us,” Scott huffed.

“Okay, then threaten him,” You said simply, earning two very amused smiles. “What? It worked last time.”

“That’s my girl!” Stiles praised, wrapping his arm around you and rubbing your arm with pride.

“Jesus Christ. You’re rubbing off on her, dude,” Scott laughed before turning to walk into the school.

“Oh my god. Take that back!” You called, making Stiles use the hand he previously held up to playfully and gently shove you. “I’m kidding! Aww, Stiles don’t walk away. I was joking!”

————

“This is a pop quiz, Mr. Stilinski,” Mr. Harris’ voice boomed through the room, making you jump. You turned to look over at your boyfriend on the other side of the room who stared at the teacher with wide eyes. “If I hear your voice again, I may be tempted to give you detention for the rest of your high school career.”

“Can you do that?” He asked sarcastically, making you chuckle quietly.

“Well, there it is again. Your voice. Triggering the only impulse I’ve ever had to strike a student repeatedly and violently,” Mr. Harris said. “I’ll see you at 3:00 for detention.”

Your jaw dropped as you caught Scott’s surprised gaze.

“Mr. McCall. Miss Y/L/N. Look over again and you’ll be joining him.”

“Yes, sir,” Scott mumbled.

You rolled your eyes and looked back at your quiz, mentally cursing out the teacher that had a personal vendetta against Stiles. You knew he was holding Sheriff Stilinski’s previous accusations against his son. You looked up once more to see your friend group working vigilantly on the quiz before beginning your own. You were about halfway through when you noticed someone in the corner of your eyes stand up. You looked over and saw Jackson holding his nose before running out of the room. The teacher shot Danny a questioning look.

“Nose bleed,” He responded.

“Oh, no problem. Continue your quizzes, class. Remember, this is timed!”

————

“You coming to the funeral?” Scott asked as you walked out of the school with him.

“I thought we weren’t allowed to go because of Allison’s dad?” You furrowed your brow.

“Has he ever stopped us from doing anything?” He smirked.

“Yeah,” You deadpanned. “Like a lot of things actually.”

“No, we just found new ways of doing them!” Scott rolled his eyes. “You think you can sneak out of the house to come?”

You sighed and looked over at your mom’s car before looking back at Scott.

“I don’t know. That woman is currently reigning with an iron fist. She’s been watching me like a hawk since she caught Stiles sleeping in my bed the other day,” You shook your head. “I’ll try but no promises.”

“Let me talk to her,” He smiled before marching over to the vehicle.

“Scott, wait! I don’t think it’s a very good idea to ask her!” You chased after him before he turned over his shoulder and took off into a sprint. “SCOTT I SWEAR TO-“

“Hey, Scotty!“ Your mother greeted as she opened her window.

“Hi, Y/M/N! How are you?“ He smiled as you caught up to him.

“Good,” She narrowed her eyes. “The answer is no to whatever you were gonna ask. She’s grounded.”

“It’s just to Kate’s funeral. We’re getting Allison’s friends together for emotional support,” He explained. “I’ll have her back home as soon as it’s done!”

“Now why couldn’t have you just dated Scott?” She looked over at you. “See, he’s a respectful and thoughtful young man! I know damn well he wouldn’t be lingering in your bed at a questionable hour of the night. If Stiles abided by Scott’s moral code, maybe you wouldn’t be grounded right now.”

You shot her a look of annoyance and bit your tongue, not wanting to say anything that might upset her. Scott shifted uncomfortably at the tense silence.

“I’ll think about it,” She finally said.

“Thank you,” Scott smiled. “I gotta go get ready, but, uh, just shoot me a text if you wanna walk there together.”

“Yeah, will do,” You pursed your lips before he walked off. You walked over to the passenger’s side, threw your backpack in the back, and got in.

“No smart remark? You must really wanna go,” Your mom said as she put the car in drive. “Scott’s single now, right?”

“Yes, Mom. He’s single,” You lied.

“I might even consider ungrounding you if you broke up with your boyfriend and went on a date with him instead,” She sighed, sparking an idea in your mind.

“Really?” Your eyes lit up, making her smile. She was oblivious to the light bulb that just went off in your mind.

“Yes, really.”

“Noted,” You nodded, sitting back in your seat and pulling out your phone to text Scott.

Y/N:meet me at my house in hour

———

“Hey, so she let you go?” Scott asked as he walked up to your porch, noticing your black dress.

“Yeah,” You nodded, patting the porch swing as an invitation to sit next to you.

“Is everything alright? Your mom seems..”

“Intolerable and rude?” You suggested. “You can call her a bitch. It’s okay.”

“You said it, not me,” He chuckled, making you smile as you looked at your shoes. “You okay?”

“Oh, yeah. I’m fine. She’s just been weird with the whole divorce thing,” You shrugged. “She said she’d consider ungrounding me if I broke up with Stiles and went on a date with you.”

“That’s ridiculous,” He furrowed his brows.

“Okay, but what if we did?” You looked up with a smile, making his eyes widen. “What if we-”

“Woah, um, listen Y/N- Stiles is really into you and I’m in a relationship with-“

“What?No! Listen,” You turned to face him. “What if we pretended to be in a relationship? It would get her off my ass and the Argents off of yours. I mean we obviously have to talk it through with Stiles and Al but I think it might work out in our best interest if we played pretend. This way we can hide behind a fake relationship so that we can actually be in our real ones.”

“Oh, thank God,” He breathed. “I thought you were going to profess your love or something.. That’s actually not a bad idea. Yeah, let’s talk to them tonight. It might break your dad’s heart though. I don’t know who’s more in love with Stiles; you or him.”

“Oh, a hundred percent him,” You laughed before you stood up and extended your hand to help him up. “Ready to go?”

“Yeah, baby, I’m ready,” He smirked, taking your hand slowly before you swatted him away with disgust. “Wait, babe! We can fix this!”

“Fuck off!” You squealed as he ran behind you with extended arms. “Scott, get away! I’m serious!”

“Snookins! I don’t wanna go to bed angry!” He laughed as he picked you up from behind. “Forgive me, sugar cheeks!”

“EW!” You laughed as you jumped out of arms. Your foot landed on a wet patch of dry grass and slipped out from under you, making you fall and skid your knee on the nearby sidewalk. You yelped and shifted your weight to allow you to sit down.

“Oh shit!” Scott gasped before running to your side. “Are you okay? Y/N, I’m so sorry!”

“It’s okay! I’m okay,” You breathed with a smile. “It’s just a little scrape. Don’t get too close. I-”

“No, you’re actually bleeding pretty bad,” He winced as he looked at your knee. Your stomach drop with anxiety at the possibility what effect your blood might have on him. “Want me to..”

He blinked before clumsily taking a seat next to you. “Fuck, I just got lightheaded.”

“Scotty, are you-..” Your eyes widened at the realization; your blood was toxic to him. You felt your heart race slightly as you looked down at your knee. It was bleeding, sure, but it was nothing crazy. If this small amount of blood was enough to make him dizzy, you didn’t want to imagine how much it would take to have a bad effect on him. You quickly stood up and limped back. “Let me get you a bottle of water and clean this up real quick.”

“No, no. Sit down, I’ll go inside and-“ He began to push himself up, shaking his head to clear his vision.

“Scott, I’m fine! I’ll be right back,” You said quickly before limping back up your porch stairs and to your door. “Don’t move, okay?”

“Honey, what are you- oh my god, your knee!” Your mom gasped from the kitchen before rushing up to you. “What happened?”

“I tripped. It’s not as bad as it looks, can you run a bottle of water out to Scott? He’s a little light headed from the blood. I’m gonna clean this off and wrap it. I’ll be out in a second,” You explained. She nodded before disappearing into the kitchen and coming back with the first aid kit and a bottle of water. “Thanks.”

“No problem, holler if you need me. I’m gonna check on Scott,” She responded before she walked outside.

You worked quick, wincing as the disinfectant entered wound and noticing that it was a lot smaller than you expected. You finished up within a couple of minutes before going back outside to see Scott standing and chatting as if nothing happened.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Your mother furrowed her brows, checking his pupils with a light to rule out a concussion.

“I’m sure,” He chuckled before turning to you. “Hey, how’s the knee?”

“Oh it was pretty small, it was just a bleeder,” You smiled. “We’re gonna go, Mom. I’ll be back in an hour.”

“Let me drive you,” She began before seeing the look on your face. “You know what? If your knee is alright to drive, take the car. I don’t want either of you falling on the way. Keys are in the ignition.”

“Really?” You smiled, earning a nod. “Thank you!”

“Be careful!” She called as she walked back into the house. You limped slightly to the car and waited for Scott to hop it to turn it on. You both sat in silence as the engine roared to life and you backed out. You were well aware that he knew something was up. Even if he wasn’t able to hear the sound of your racing heart and smell the anxiety that you radiated, he knew you to your core. He knew your mannerisms and the way you acted when you were hiding something from him.

“Do I wanna know?” He asked.

“Good question,” You chuckled nervously as you sped down the familiar roads of Beacon Hills. The drive to the cemetery was only a couple of minutes from your house.

“Y/N,” He tilted his head in annoyance. “What’s going on with you? You’re constantly spaced out and you’ve been so distant. Then today you ask me for a drop of blood? Obviously it has to do with-“

“Okay!” You burst out, causing his lips to seal. “Fine. Look, I found out that my ancestors created Mountain Ash. I know how crazy that sounds and I wasn’t sure if it until I saw you get light headed.. but the lineage has it in their blood. And it acts kinda like wolfsbane,” You sighed. “It’s toxic to the supernatural.”

“I’ve been around wolfsbane. It doesn’t do that,” He shook his head. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“There’s a lot to it that I don’t even know yet,” You admitted before pausing. “There’s a lot to it that I haven’t even told Stiles about.”

“.. Why?” He asked as you pulled into one of the cemetery’s parking lots. You thought carefully about your words, not wanting to give too much away but also not wanting to lie. You parked the car and sighed before turning to him.

“I found a lot of information and I don’t know what’s true or false. A lot of it is really cool but there’s some shit in there that..” You trailed off. “I just didn’t want to scare you before I knew all of the facts is all.”

“Oh.. Okay, well I won’t push you to talk about anything you’re not ready to tell me. Just know I can keep a secret and a level head. I’m always here for you. You know that,” He reassured. You smiled and hopped out of the car, wincing a bit from the impact. You locked the car and began walking towards him, giving him a hug.

“Thanks, Scotty,” You mumbled into his chest as he wrapped his arms around you in return.

“Of course,” He replied, lingering in the hug before pulling away. “We should go. The funeral’s starting soon.”

“Okay, let’s go hide behind a tombstone so we can get up close,” You giggled before walking off.

“I like the way your mind works,” He responded before following you through the woods. You both ran up to a tombstone, careful to avoid any eyes or cameras and watched from a distance. You shot a smile to Allison as she sat down with her family before an old man wandered in. You quickly realized he was an Argent with the way he made his presence known; taking one of the cameramen’s SIM card and hugging the family.

“Who is that?” You whispered. He held up a finger as he listened to the conversation that unfolded between the Argents.

“Yo,” You heard your boyfriend run up to you before feeling his kiss against your temple. You smiled before getting a sinking feeling in your stomach.

“Hide,” You pushed them back, barely avoiding the family’s gaze. They both looked at you with wide eyes before you nodded, giving them the okay to peek again.

“Who the hell is that?” Stiles whispered, choosing to put a pin in his witch comment.

“He’s definitely an Argent,” Scott responded before listening in again. Allison looked over and smiled softly at the lot of you.

“Hey, you know, maybe they’re just here for the funeral. I mean, what if they’re the non-hunting side of the family?” Stiles suggested. “There could be non-hunting Argents. That’s possible, right?”

“I know what they are,” Scott looked back at him.

“Reinforcements,” You pursed your lips before seeing the two boys beside you suddenly get pulled back.

“The three of you. Unbelievable,” Sheriff Stilinski growled. Your face scrunched up at his disappointment as you picked up his tie.

“I know. I’m sorry. I’m supposed to ask,” Stiles muttered as he led the three of you back to his car.

You all sat through his lecture that proceeded with a deafening silence. You sighed and ran your hands up and down your thighs, deep in thought about your gut feeling, hoping it was nothing more than a coincidence before Stiles placed his hand over your own. You looked up at him and smiled.

You okay? He mouthed, earning a reassuring smile and nod that he didn’t quite buy.

“4-1-5 Adam,” The radio chattered, making your eyes widen in recognition.

“Disturbance in a car,” You muttered.

“Atta girl! You’re starting to pick up on these now,” Stiles grinned, speaking quietly.

“I’m sorry, did you say 4-1-5 Adam?” The sheriff clarified.

“They we’re taking a heart attack victim DOA. But on the way to the hospital, something hit ‘em.”

“What, hit the ambulance?”

“Copy that. I’m standing in front of it right now. Something got in the back. There’s blood everywhere,” The voice continued as your boyfriend curiously leaned forward with a look of concern. “And I mean everywhere.”

You looked over at him and to the door, signaling an exit. He nodded before the three of you slid out and ran towards his Jeep. You drove into the dusk, looking for the ambulance. Once you finally found it, Stiles parked a few hundred feet away before you all got out and made your way towards the scene.

“What the hell is Lydia doing?” Stiles questioned as you all hid behind a small hill a close distance away.

“I don’t know,” Scott said.

“What kept you from doing that? Was it Allison?” You breathed, catching glimpse of the bloody interior of the emergency vehicle.

“I hope so,” Scott muttered.

“Do you need to get closer?” Stiles anxiously sighed. Scott sniffed the air before responding.

“No, I got it.”

“Scott,” You shook your head, feeling your heart clench. The boys looked over at you, worried about the words that followed your somber tone. “Just.. I just need you to find her. Please just.. just find her.”

“I will,” He nodded, patting your back before getting up again.

“Hey, she’ll be alright. I know this is scary, but I have faith she’s okay,” Stiles whispered. You furrowed your brows as you looked back at the ambulance. “Hey, hey, look at me. I think we’ve seen enough for a lifetime’s worth of nightmares.”

“Stiles, I.. How are you holding it together so well?” You blinked away the tears in your eyes. “It’s like one big blow after the other. Peter, then the whole stupid fucking witch thing, and Lydia missing-“

“I’m so not holding my cool right now,” He chuckled sweetly, caressing your cheek and wiping away a stray tear. “I’m dying of anxiety at all times. But.. I don’t know. Something about having you around kind of makes it to where I can breathe again.”

“Sti,” You smiled before leaning fully into his embrace. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” He chuckled, feeling the familiar warm sensation spread in his chest at your words. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to hearing you say that.”

“I’ll just have to say it like a billion more times then,” You giggled.

“A billion?” He laughed. “That’ll take you a lifetime.”

“I mean-”

“STILES!” Sheriff Stilinski shouted into the woods, making you both duck. “I saw you, dumb ass. Get out here. Now!”

“Damn it,” He clenched his eyes in frustration before pushing himself off of the ground. You both scrambled to get up and walk over to him. He stood there with his arms crossed and a stern glare that sent a shiver down your spine.

“Do my lectures mean absolutely nothing to you guys?” He scolded, making the awful feeling in your chest multiply. “Do you understand that we have a potential kidnapping murderer on the loose? Do your lives really mean that little to you?!”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Stilinski,” You shook your head, trying to clear it of the anxiety. There was now a buzz in your right ear.

“It’s not her fault, Dad. I just-“

“Oh, I know it’s not her fault, son. You and I are going to have a serious conversation about your inquisitiveness and ability to drag your best friend and girlfriend into the worst possible situations!” He shouted. You knew he was speaking at a loud level, but the buzzing got louder as he continued. You winced and covered your right ear. They continued to talk as your eyes closed from the noise.

“Hey, you good?” You heard Stiles say before feeling a grab at your shoulder.

“Lydia,” You whispered subconsciously. “She’s near.”

“Wh-What do you mean?” He stumbled before your head looked over to the woods. And there she stood. Naked and shivering. “Oh my god. Lydia..”

You suddenly snapped back to reality, seeing the face of utter disbelief on your boyfriend’s face before jogging over to her as you took off the coat your borrowed from him. You quickly wrapped her in it, shielding her body from the wandering looks of the men behind you and pushing away the thought of the conversation you weren’t quite ready to have with Stiles; the truth about everything you’ve learned. He was bound to ask about everything later.

“Here. Take this,” You whispered before hugging her. She gladly fell into your arms, shivering violently. “You’re okay. I got you.”

“Thank you,” Her voice shook before wrapping her arms around you and letting out a sob. “Thank you.”

Chapter 2 ->

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i’m so sorry it’s taken so long to finallyyy begin season two! it took me weeks to figure out where to take this story and even longer to write this chapter but besties i got a lot in store for this season!! I MISSED YOU GUYS AND I MISSED OUR MANS!!

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Chapter 11

S2 Episode 12

SUMMARY: Y/N risks her life to get Stiles back and realizes how much damage it causes. The pack cures Jackson and summer vacation begins

WORD COUNT: 7000

TW: sexually suggestive language, violence, cursing, and fucking be prepared to cry bc i sure did. also the last TFFAF episode until fall :(

(A/N: I’M SO SORRY! I had this scheduled to post last night and I guess it glitched and didn’t! PLEASE ENJOY IM SORRY IM SORRYYYY)

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“What? What is it?” Scott asks, noticing your eyes have wandered to the locker room door.

“Something’s wrong, isn’t it?” Isaac stepped forward. Your gaze didn’t meet theirs.

“Not something,” You shook your head. “Someone. Multiple people. Stiles is hurt. I think Erika and Boyd are in trouble but..” You hesitated, remembering the odd reaction Scott had last time brought up the topic. “Peter.. Scott, I think he’s back.”

“Who’s Peter?” Isaac asked Scott.

“What? That’s impossible,” He shook his head, ignoring the boy’s question. Your stomach sank as you felt a pull behind you. “What? What are you looking at?”

“He’s here,” You said cautiously, not yet seeing him but feeling his presence. It felt like the calm before the storm.

“He’s dead!” Scott argued.

“Not exactly,” Peter’s voice echoed through the locker room. You both froze as he stepped out with Derek. “Surprise. Y/N, that witchy sense of yours-.. It really is something else. Very impressive.”

“What the hell is this?” Scott questioned, stepping in front of you as a sort of first defense.

“You know, I thought the same thing when I saw you talking to Gerard at the Sheriff’s Station,” Derek bit back.

“Sorry, but I don’t think you get to be the one asking the questions. Not when the fucken antichrist over there has risen. Explain. Now,” You moved out from Scott’s shadow and stepped forward. Your voice was ice cold, everyone in the room felt the room’s temperature drop slightly as you spoke.

“Wha- Who is this guy?” Isaac questioned.

“He’s Peter. Derek’s uncle. Little while back, he tried to kill us all, and then we set him on fire and Derek slashed his throat,” Scott responded.

“Hi,” Peter waved. Isaac forced a smile.

“That’s good to know.”

“Why is he alive?” You narrowed your eyes. “And how?”

“Look, the short version is that he knows how to stop Jackson. Maybe how to save him,” Derek explained.

“Well, that’s very helpful except Jackson’s dead,” Isaac shrugged.

“What?” Derek blinked.

“Yeah, Jackson’s dead. It just happened on the field,” Scott confirmed, you all watched as the men’s faces dropped.

“Okay, why is no one taking this as good news?” Isaac asked.

“Because if Jackson’s dead, it didn’t just happen,” Peter began, careful to avoid your piercing gaze. “Gerard wanted it to happen.”

“But why?” His nephew spoke up.

“Well, that’s exactly what we need to figure out,” He stepped forward, now face to face with you. You flashed your green eyes in caution as if to say do not get any closer. He abided, face entertained by your fearlessness. “And something tells me the window of opportunity is closing. Quickly.”

“I don’t have time for this. I need to find Stiles,” You muttered. You shoved past him as you walked towards the building’s exit, ignoring the boys as they called after you.

You knew where your boyfriend was. More accurately, you knew who it was that was keeping him captive. As you broke through the school’s doors, you dialed a familiar number on your phone before pressing it up to your ear. You were halfway to your car by the time it stopped ringing.

“What do you want?” Allison’s cold voice answered.

“I couldn’t give less of a fuck about what Gerard does to Boyd or Erica. They aren’t my problem. I want Stiles,” You spoke with authority. “Give him back.”

“It’s out of my control.”

“Don’t give me that bullshit,” You snapped before pausing to take a breath before you got into your car. “Fuck.. I’m sorry. Look, Al. I know you’re mad at me. But you’re still one of my best friends, okay? I don’t want to hurt you or your family-“

“Don’t want to hurt my family, huh?” She scoffed. “That’s rich.”

“But I will,” The words soaked through her like acid. “I won’t hesitate to do what is necessary to save him.”

“Your treading on thin ice, Y/N. My grandfather will kill you if you-“

“You have ten minutes. If he isn’t on the porch by then, I will come inside and get him myself. And trust me, you don’t want that,” You interrupted, hanging up as you started your engine. It roared to life and you shifted it to drive, stopping as a figure ran in front and slammed his hands on your hood.

“Wait!” Isaac shouted. He ran towards the passenger’s seat and hopped in. “You could use some backup. What’s the plan?”

“I don’t need your help. Get out,” You scoffed. “I’m not going for your little pack. I’m saving my boyfriend. No more. No less. Get out.”

He protested by buckling in.

“Isaac, out,” You ordered.

“Ooh, I like the way my name sounds falling from your lips,” He smirked.

“Cute. Now get the fuck out.”

“Look, I’m not here to interfere. I’m here to watch your back,” He rolled his eyes. “I’m not here to save Derek’s pack. Or your boyfriend for that matter. I’m here for you. And you could use all the help you can get. So just fucking drive!”

“Fine,” You muttered after a moment. “But flirt with me again and I will choke you.”

“Oh?” He raised a brow.

“To death.”

“Oh..”

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You both stood in front of the Argent residence, only one minute left on your timer.

“So what’s the plan if they don’t bring him out in ten minutes?” He asked.

“I didn’t really think it through. You think burning their house down would be too dramatic?” You asked, earning a chuckle.

“Maybe a tad,” He smiled. “I’d opt for making their heads explode instead.”

“That’s so much more dramatic,” You shook your head, trying to hide your own smile.

“Maybe. But it’s more effective,” He smirked for only a moment before his face fell. You followed his gaze and saw the culprit appear.

“You are much braver than I ever pegged you for,” An old frail voice called as the front door swung open. Allison and Stiles followed close behind.

“Right on time,” You smirked, stepping forward. Your heart was racing at light speed, palms sweaty. Yet, you didn’t show an ounce of fear. A skill you’ve nearly perfected in the past school year.

“We’ll gladly give him to you,” Gerard began. “If you show us that green magic of yours.”

You narrowed your eyes and studied the old, wrinkly face. It was some sort of set up, you could sense it.

“Just a flash of the eyes will do, sweetheart,” He cooed, making your face scrunch up in disgust. “You wouldn’t be so ballsy if you didn’t have magic on your side. How you managed to hide it when we checked your blood is beyond me. That was a neat trick. But we need to see it now.”

You glanced at your boyfriend who shook his head, advising against it. But that’s when you got the first good glimpse of him. His left cheek was swollen and bloodied, the result of a repeated and hard swing. His lip was fat and eye was already beginning to darken from the impact. Your stomach sank, hard.

You couldn’t help it; green began to radiate from your eyes and hands, illuminating the dark around you. You felt the hairs on the back of your neck raise from the sheer power coursing through your veins.

“You see, Allison?” Gerard grinned. “She’s worse than a werewolf. More dangerous. Greedy. Explosive. She is a Sorcières Verte.”

Her neutral facial expression melted into one of pure anger.

“She had the power to save your mother. She knew she was dying hours before it happened. And she refused,” Gerard twisted up the story, only making you glow brighter. “Derek might’ve bit her. But Y/N made sure the job was seen through.”

“If you’re going to turn your granddaughter against me, at least tell the truth,” Your voice stabbed through the air like sharp daggers. “You kidnapped me and threatened to sacrifice me to save her life. Your little blood experiment didn’t work so you let me go. You threatened to kill Scott if I told anyone-“

“Look at that green magic, Allison. It’s beautiful,” He ignored. “Out of all of the monsters we hunt, I have to say, the Sorcières Verte has always been my favorite. They are the most dangerous of them all. They weasel themselves into your heart, and make it hard for you to kill them. Which is why it makes it so satisfying when you finally kill them.”

“Leave, Y/N!” Stiles finally broke his silence. “Go! Run!”

“Shut up! Now, Allison!” Gerard shouted. Her face was now emotionless as she held up a small crossbow. “Shoot!”

Her hands trembled as she aimed at your throat. You paused, wondering if she could actually go through with it, if she truly believed her grandfather. As soon as her finger twitched on the trigger, you snapped the string with your mind, preventing any further danger. Your eyes shot to Gerard before you held out your hand and blasted him ten feet back into the tree behind him.

“Come on!” Quickly, you grabbed Stiles’ hand as a group of men rushed out of the house. You held your hand out, causing them to reach for their throats, desperate for the air you deprived them of.

Allison stood still, watching as you took down their militia before you all ran back to your car.

“Are you killing them?” Stiles gasped

“No, just holding them back. Don’t look back. Keep running!” You responded as you watched Isaac start the car.

A gunshot rang through the quiet neighborhood, and it seemed as though time froze. Stiles and Isaac looked at you in horror before you finally felt it; the burning at your side. Blood quickly covered your shirt. Your hand went to your wound before you looked up to see Gerard holding a pistol.

“Can’t outrun a gun,” He chuckled. “Especially not one covered in mountain ash.”

“Something tells me you’ve never actually killed a Sorcières Verte,” You smirked.

Your eyes began to glow brighter. You hovered your hand above the bullet hole, cauterizing the wound. You had no clue how you’d done it. When in this state, you still relied on magic to control you. Though it was easier to remain conscious of what it did, it still scared you to allow such a mysterious force take over you. Before you knew it, your mind took control of his arm. His eyes flashed with fear as his hand brought the gun up to his temple.

“I could kill you,” You smirked. “I could make you kill your granddaughter. I could turn your brain to mush. You are in my complete control, Gerard. I am capable of so much more than you know.”

“DO IT!” He shouted. “You do not have the guts!”

Your eyes narrowed in consideration. You’d be doing the world a favor, ridding it of this evil man. But you knew it was not your place to kill him in front of Allison, not when she’s suffered through the deaths of her aunt and mother. You waited a few more seconds, taunting him as you began moving his trigger finger. His eyes clenched shut in fear before you made him bring down and unload the gun. Your eyes now back to their normal color.

“I am not the monster you say I am,” You shook your head. “I will not kill you. Not here. Not in front of her. But if you ever so much as touch me or my friends again, I will murder you in cold blood. Slowly and painfully. And I will make sure my face of content is the last one you ever see.”

“Is that a threat?” His frail voice questioned with amusement.

“It’s a promise,” You corrected before walking back to the car.

You climbed in the backseat with Stiles, waiting until the car was out of sight to groan from the pain.

“Fuck! You even scared me with that threat,” Isaac chuckled. “He definitely won’t be coming near us again.”

“I wouldn’t be too sure. He’s still the Kanima’s master,” You hissed as you adjusted in the seat. “God, I have no idea how I played that off. This shit hurts.”

“I thought you healed?” Stiles breathed, lifting your shirt to see the gaping hole left in your side from the bullet. “Never mind. That’s disgusting. I think I’m gonna be sick.”

“It’s not bleeding anymore, is it?” You groaned.

“I don’t wanna look again,” He shook his head.

“Stiles! I need to make sure it’s not bleeding!” You snapped. “Please!”

“Fuck! Okay, uh.. I’ll just lift your shirt again to check and- EW!” He gagged for a few seconds before speaking again. “No, no, uh.. it’s not like actively bleeding. But there’s still a gaping hole.”

“Maybe you need some Neosporin and a bandaid?” Isaac chimed in.

“You’re gonna need a big ass bandaid,” Stiles breathed out, trying hard not to gag again.

“I just need Scott’s blood to heal,” You let out a breath of relief before taking a look at his face. Your brows furrowed as your hand raised up to his cheek. He quickly pulled away and sat back in his seat. “Shit.. What did they do to you in there, Sti?”

“Oh, we just had a big therapy session and talked about our feelings. What do you think happened?” He rolled his eyes. “And while we’re on the topic, what you did was really stupid, you know that? You could’ve gotten killed.”

“You were in danger! What did you expect me to do? Wait for them to bring you back?” You argued, a little hurt by the way he was speaking to you. “They kidnapped me before too, Stiles. They’re cruel. I wasn’t going to leave you there.”

“You keep doing this, Y/N! You keep risking your life to save everyone else’s!” He huffed.

“Are we really having this conversation again?” You scoffed. “I save your life and I get a lecture instead of a thank you.”

“They were going to return me! You didn’t have to do all of that.”

“Hey, man. She was just trying to help. She’s been worried about you since you disappeared-“ Isaac began.

“Why did you even bring him?” Stiles interrupted. “Of all people, you chose the guy that is trying to get into your pants? No offense, man.”

“None taken,” Isaac shrugged.

“Why are you being so fucking rude?” You snapped.

“Because I-” Stiles stopped to take a breath, and corrected his loud tone. “You know what? Isaac, take me home please. I’m right around the corner. Take a left at the next street.”

“Stiles,” You blinked, not quite believing the way he was acting. The car took a sharp turn down his street, making you wince a bit. “Look, I can’t even begin to imagine the night you had. But can we just talk?”

“This is a conversation we need to have in private,” He shook his head, keeping his gaze averted on the road. The following thirty seconds felt like an eternity with the silent tension. He got out of the car as soon as Isaac put it in park and made a beeline to his house.

“I’ll be right back, Isaac. Stiles!” You called as you got out of the car. “Why are you so mad at me?! Can you please tell me what’s going on here?”

“What’s going on is that you have a death wish, Y/N!” He shouted. “Breaking the barrier, the thing at the Sheriff’s Station, and you got kidnapped?! You never even told me about that! And now this?!“

“A fucking thank you would be nice!” You threw your hands up in frustration.

“Yes, thank you for blindly risking your life for like the tenth time! Thank you. Stop trying to be the fucking hero here! Do you even realize that you’re the most important person in my life? Not even just mine! Think about your dad! Scott! Lydia! Your fucking mom!” His eyes widened as your face dropped. “Fuck. I didn’t mean- I just meant to say-“

“Don’t bring her into this!” You interrupted. “And you think I like being the hero? Always being the one to save everyone from the fucking bad guys?! No, Stiles! It sucks. But I can’t help it. Not when it comes to the people I love. I took a fucking bullet for you. And guess what? I’d gladly do it again if it means getting you home safe!”

“Fuck! But that’s the thing!” He said before sighing and running his hand through his short hair. “You aren’t even in the wrong here! I just hate that you keep-“

“Y/N, is that you? Oh my god! You found him!” You both heard as the front door swung open. Noah sighed in relief as he saw Stiles. He ran up to him before catching a glimpse of his bloodied face.

“It’s okay. Dad, it’s okay,” Stiles warned as if to calm his father down from the meltdown that was bound to ensue.

“Who did it?” Noah grabbed his face.

“It’s okay! It was just a couple kids from the other team. You know, they were pissed about losing and I was.. I was mouthing off. Next thing I know-“

“Y/N, did you see anyone?” The sheriff looked at you with the eyes of a hawk.

“No clue. I was driving around and I saw him walking on the side of a street,” You shrugged.

“Dad, I don’t know. I didn’t even see them really,” Stiles’ voice came out with frustration.

“I want descriptions!”

“Look, Dad, come on! It’s not even that bad!”

“I’m calling that school! I’m calling them and I’ll personally go down there, and I’m gonna pistol-whip these little bastards!”

“DAD! I just-“ Stiles’ voice finally broke as his eyes filled with tears. “I said I was okay!”

You felt a knot form in your throat when Noah pulled his son into a tight hug. You watched as the two cried and held on as if their lives depended on it.

“I, uh..” You cleared your throat. “I’ll leave you guys to it. I’ll catch you later.”

“Y/N?” Noah pulled away from his son and engulfed you in a quick hug as well. “Thank you for finding him.”

You resisted the urge to hiss in pain, not wanting to draw more attention to the matter at hand. Regardless, you smiled softly and melted into his embrace for a moment before he patted your back gently and pulled away.

“I owe you, kiddo,” He chuckled, wiping a tear from his cheek. “I really do.”

“You have no clue,” Stiles muttered, keeping his eyes on your wound.

“Oh, no, no. It was no problem. But uh.. I really need to get home so..” Your smile faltered, looking at your boyfriend whose gaze was now on the ground. You turned around and walked back to your car.

“I let Scott know we found Stiles,” Isaac spoke softly. You nodded. “You alright?”

“Honestly? I don’t even know at this point,” You sighed, looking back to see the Stilinskis walking back inside. “What did Scott say?”

“He needs me to meet up with him at the hospital. His mom wants us to check out Jackson’s body. Apparently some weird shit is going on,” He responded.

“Okay, let’s go,” You nodded. He stayed silent for a moment before taking a breath in.

“Fuck. Okay, you know I like you so this isn’t going to be easy to say but..” He drew in another breath before facing you. “I think you should stay. Fix things with Stiles. He needs you more than Scott does right now. Even if you don’t talk to him, I think it would do you both some good just to be with each other.”

“I think that’s the last thing he wants right now,” You shook your head.

“I heard the whole conversation and I disagree. Go. I told Scott to pick me up so you’d have your car just in case you need to leave and meet us at the hospital or something,” Isaac protested, taking the keys out of the ignition and handing them to you. You smiled and looked over at him in awe, making him chuckle. “Go!”

“Okay, okay, going!” You laughed, reaching for the door. Before you got out, you looked back again. “Thank you, Isaac. You’re a really good guy.”

“Take it back. With the exception of this, we’re still transitioning from enemies to lovers. Don’t get mushy on me now,” He frowned, making you shake your head as you chuckled. “We have a plot to follow.”

“Well, then, with the exception of this, we’re back on track,” You reached out and hugged him. “Thanks. For everything. Asshole.”

“That’s more like it,” You felt him smile against your neck before pulling away. “Go make up with your first love. Just remember; the sooner you break up with him, the sooner you’ll be able to get into a relationship with your last love.”

“Oh, and is that you?” You rolled your eyes.

“If not your last love, then at least the best sex of your life,” He shrugged, making you scoff and open the door. “I’m just saying! Think about it!”

“Oh my God. Bye, Lahey!” You laughed before making your way back to the front door. You hesitantly knocked before the door opened only a few seconds later.

“Y/N? I thought you needed to be home?” Noah frowned. “Is something wrong?”

“No, no. Everything’s fine. I just wanted to talk to him,” You explained. He smiled.

“Yeah, I thought you’d be back,” He chuckled. “He’s in his room.”

“Thanks, Mr. Stilinski,” You smiled, grabbing an ice pack from their freezer and making your way up to your boyfriend’s room to knock.

“Dad, I said I’m fine!” You heard from inside the room. You knocked again, hearing his footsteps and grumbled approach before the door swung open. He froze when he saw you standing in front of him.

“Hi,” You muttered.

“Hi,” He blinked.

“Your dad let me in,” You explained softly.

“He did?” Stiles asked a little too quickly. Your face dropped as you finally caught a good glimpse of his bruised face. “Yeah, of course he did.”

“God, it looks so much worse in the light,” You scrunched your nose, holding up the frozen pack of peas. He chuckled, taking them out of your hands gently.

“You wanna come in and talk?” He asked after a moment. You nodded and walked in. “I’m sorry.”

“What?” You turned to look at his regretful eyes.

“For yelling. And for not thanking you for, uh.. well, for saving my life. I felt bad as soon as I stepped away,” He sighed , looking down to play with his fingers for a moment before looking back into your eyes. “I don’t know how to do this, Y/N. I have no clue how to just.. allow myself to love you this deeply knowing that it’s a very real possibility that I’m going to lose you.”

“Sti..” You shook your head. “I’m sorry. I wish I could be more careful for you. But I think this is a habit I can’t break. I will always defend the people I love.”

“At what cost?” He furrowed his brows. “You got shot tonight.”

“It barely scraped me,” You rolled your eyes. “I’m fine! And honestly? It was a low price to pay to get you back.”

“That’s the problem. You don’t care about getting hurt!” He huffed. “But you know how I’ll feel? I’ll be devastated. And if you die, I will literally go out of my fucking mind. See, death doesn’t happen to you, Y/N. It happens to everyone around you, okay? To all the people left standing at your funeral, trying to figure out how they’re gonna live the rest of their lives now without you in it? Huh? And look at my face, huh?! Come on, you actually think this was meant to hurt me?!”

You pursed your lips, not quite knowing how to respond to that, opting to take a seat on his bed that was still warm. You kept an emotionless expression as you studied the carpet, deep in thought.

He was right. You were reckless when it came to your life. You, on some level, knew that if you didn’t change, it would lead to your downfall. You, above all, were a ticking time bomb. He was constantly

Stiles shifted. The anger left his body as he watched your eyes flutter as you tried not to cry.

“Oh shit.. Y/N,” He sighed before falling at your feet, placing his hands on your thighs. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“The roles reversed in a sense,” You mumbled as you played with the silver ring on your finger, careful to avoid his gaze. “Remember that one time you and Scott decided to climb onto the roof and see if you could float down to the trampoline using a big umbrella? God, you idiots used to give me a heart attack daily with your stupid stunts.”

“How could I forget?” He chuckled softly, his eyes never leaving your own. “I broke my tailbone and had to sit on that donut pillow that was made for hemorrhoids for like a month. You called me Hemie for the rest of the school year.”

“I forgot I called you Hemie,” You let out a breathy chuckle of your own, finally looking at him. “I used to always be worried about you. I was the one that always stopped you guys from getting hurt. And the one that had to clean up your messes and wounds when our parents were gone. I mean, if that was hard, I can’t even imagine how hard this is for you.”

He blinked, not expecting the empathetic turnaround.

“I wish I could change, Stiles. I don’t like how impulsive I can be when it comes to the people I love,” You shook your head, placing your left hand on his right cheek and rubbing softly at it with your thumb. He closed in eyes and leaned into your touch. “I’d love to blame it on the magic, but this is on me. I just don’t think I have it in me to play it safe. Not when it comes to you.”

“Fuck,” He breathed, rubbing his palms on your hips. “I don’t know what to do, Y/N.”

“My dad offered to send me to Salem for the summer to learn how to really control my magic,” You began, his gaze snapped back to your face, searching for answers as to where you were going with this. “I can’t change. But I can get better at fighting. You won’t have to worry much about me if I get this thing under control.”

“As in Salem, Massachusetts? As in the other side of the country?” He blinked. You nodded. “The whole summer, huh? That’s a long time.”

“I think we both need the break. It’ll save you from worrying and save us both from having the same argument over and over again,” You said softly.

“A break? What do you mean by that?” His brows furrowed and his thumbs stopped rubbing small circles on your hips as he watched your gaze fall to your lap. “Y/N, look at me. What do you mean by that?”

“I think we need to take the summer and rethink everything,” Your voice was shaking now.

“No. No! Look, if you’re mad about me yelling or bringing up the same argument again, I’m sorry. But we don’t have to break up! We can just talk this through and-“

“No, Stiles. It’s not that,” You shook your head before he lifted your chin to see the tears running down your cheeks. His head tilted as a sense of hopelessness washed over him.

“Stop. Don’t. Don’t do this, Y/N,” His voice cracked as tears began filling his own eyes. His hands grabbed your arms firmly, as if you could disappear at any second. “We’re so good together. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted. Whatever the problem is, we can fix it. Please!”

“The problem is,” You took a deep breath, looking up to find the strength to finish the sentence that every molecule of your body disapproved of. “I don’t want to hate you. I don’t want you to hate me-“

“I could never-“

“Let me finish,” You smiled sadly, wiping his stray tears. “I could live the rest of eternity in your presence and it still wouldn’t be enough for me. It’s not that I don’t want this anymore because trust me, I do.. I just-” He shook his head, dropping it to your thighs. The sight of him softly sobbing into your legs hurt you worse than anything ever has in your life. You felt a sob come out before you continued. “I just don’t think now is our time. I feel like if we continue with the relationship, we’ll inevitably have a messy breakup, and I can’t take the risk of never talking to you again.” He shook his head and gripped your waist as you continued, careful to avoid your wound. “Let’s take a break for the summer, okay? No more worrying or fighting or risking us drifting apart. God.. I love you so much. I need you to know that. But before anything else, you are my best friend. And I need to put that before our relationship right now, okay?”

He shook his head, not wanting to look up. You wiped your tears before running a hand through his buzz cut hair.

“I hate this,” He finally said, sniffling as he looked up with his bloodshot eyes. “But if it’s what you think is best for us, then okay.”

“I am so in love with you it hurts,” You whispered, making his lips curl up ever so slightly. His gaze was piercing, as if it was committing your face to memory. His eyes scanned you, making sure to wipe any stray tears as they looked between your eyes and your mouth.

“So when does this whole breakup thing start?” He asked, now only looking at your lips as he licked his own.

“The second the plane’s tires stop touching California ground,” You muttered.

“So, since we’re still dating, do I have permission to kiss you?” He asked, looking into your eyes for permission. You smiled and he softly mirrored your expression. You nodded. He leaned forward and kissed you softly. “Can I do it again?” He whispered, lips all but still connected to your own.

“Yes,” You reached forward and grabbed his face, pulling it in, drinking in the sensation of his soft lips on your own.

“Ah,” He winced, pulling away and touching his busted lip.

“Are you okay? We can stop if you want,” You laughed.

“Yeah, we probably should,” He nodded, gaze slowly wandering down to your neck, to your chest, and back up to your eyes. “It’s the responsible thing to do. You know, us being injured and all.”

“Totally,” You agreed. “We’re hurt. Probably a bad idea anyway. Kissing.”

“Such a bad idea,” He muttered, leaning a bit closer again.

“The worst,” You whispered as you felt his hot breath dance across your top lip. He grazed his lips on your own and watched as your eyelids fluttered shut. He liked that he still had that effect on you.

“Oh, fuck it,” He shook his head, breathing you in before he crashed his lips on your own once again.

You were almost completely unclothed by the time the door knocked.

“We’re doing a school project, Dad! We’ll be right down!” Stiles parted from your breasts for a split second before taking you back into his mouth. Your head rolled back in ecstasy as he began rolling his hips back into you, repeatedly hitting the spot that makes you go crazy. The door knocked again.

“We should probably open it,” You whispered into his hair.

“If it’s important, he’ll yell,” Stiles protested, pushing in deep and watching your mouth drop open. He took the opportunity to put two fingers in your mouth, watching as your pretty lips began to suck. “Shh, shh. Keep quiet.”

“Stiles?” Lydia’s voice echoed through the room. You both gave each other a look of confusion before hopping off of one another and quickly getting dressed.

“What the fuck is she doing here?” You whispered as you pulled on your shirt.

“Beats me! I didn’t even think she remembered my name,” Stiles shrugged, hopping into his sweatpants.

“Y/N, open the door! I know you’re both in there!” She whined.

“Wait!” Stiles stopped you, you looked back before he fixed your hair. “Sorry, you have sex hair.. Okay, you’re good.”

“Lydia?” You asked as you opened the door, seeing the tears in her eyes. “Woah, hey. What’s wrong? How did you find me?”

“I tried swinging by your place but didn’t find your car, so I thought you’d be here,” Her voice quivered before she looked up at you. “They won’t let me see him.”

Your heart sunk before you pulled her into an embrace.

“I’m supposed to give him something,” She sobbed softly. “He kept asking for it back.”

“You got any tissues?” You whispered to Stiles. He frantically looked around before running out of the room and returning with toilet paper. “What is this?”

“I don’t have tissues!” He shrugged, placing it in your hand as Lydia pulled away.

“I tried calling Allison but she’s been distant since her mom died and I just really needed someone to talk to,” Lydia sniffled as you gave her the toilet paper. “Even if you guys do have your shirts on backwards and don’t have any tissues.”

You both blushed before looking down to see that she was right. She chuckled, wiping at her tears before sitting on the bed.

“I know,” She stated before looking up at you both. “I know about werewolves and I saw Jackson turn into that weird lizard. I also know about you, Y/N. Don’t worry, I won’t say anything. But I need your help.”

“Wh- How much do you know about this stuff?” Stiles blinked.

“Pieces,” Lydia said softly.

“Oh yeah? Well the other half is like a fucking nightmare!” Stiles scoffed, earning a glare from you.

“Half of it’s like a dream. But I can help him. I can help Jackson.”

“How?” You asked.

“Wait, Scott just texted me,” Stiles paused, looking up. “She’s right.”

“Of course I am!” She scoffed.

“Lydia, you need to come with us, alright?” Stiles said quickly as he fixed his shirt and grabbed a jacket for you. “We need to go. Now. I’ll explain in the Jeep.”

———

“THIS SEEMS LIKE A BAD IDEA!” You shouted.

“A VERY BAD IDEA!” Lydia squealed as she held on to her seat.

“HOLD ON!” Stiles shouted as the Jeep rammed into the wall of the building. You all screamed and closed your eyes as he hit the Kanima and sent it flying back. “DID I GET HIM!?”

You all stayed silent as you looked over at Scott before the Kanima hopped onto the hood of the Jeep, making you all jump and scream.

“Out! Out! Out! GET OUT!” Stiles squeaked as he ran out of the car with you hot on his heels. You both ran over to Scott. He caught your arm and pulled you into him.

“Thank God you two are safe,” he breathed.

“Let me go! I wanna watch!” You fought against his strength.

“No, you don’t,” He shook his head.

“Wait! Where’s Lydia?!” You were now pushing with all your force to no avail. It all fell to silence before Scott let you go. You turned around to see the Kanima entranced by the key Lydia held up.

You all watched as Jackson turned back into his human form, stepping back. You sensed a change in the energy, subconsciously reaching out to Stiles and grabbing his arm as Derek and Peter both impaled Jackson with their claws. Lydia gasped and caught him as he fell to the ground.

“Do you-.. Do you still..” Jackson stuttered.

“I do,” Lydia sobbed, looking deep into his eyes. “I do still love you. I do, I do still love you.”

Your eyes filled with tears before you turned to Stiles and felt him pull you into his arms.

“I got you,” He whispered into your hair. “It’s okay. You’re okay, I got you.”

You pulled away when you heard scratching and looked up just in time to see Jackson stand up and powerfully howl in full werewolf mode before returning to his human form. Lydia ran into his arms and they hugged for dear life.

You looked at Allison and Scott’s intertwined hands as Stiles snaked his own around your waist.

Suddenly, it all felt different. An end of an era. The beginning of a chapter. The most popular couple hugged for what might be the last time. The sweetest couple you knew held hands as if they didn’t want to ever let go. And Stiles gripped your hip as if it was the last breath of fresh air before he had to go underwater.

You all parted and went your own ways after that.

Allison broke up with Scott. She decided to spend the summer away from Beacon Hills, apologizing to you before she left and promising to call you weekly. Scott was still in denial about the breakup, claiming wolves mated for life. And his soulmate was Allison. Oddly, you believed him.

Stiles spent the rest of the week by your side. Hanging out with you and your father in the mornings as you rewatched the original Star Wars trilogy. Making you practice with him and Scott every afternoon. And reserving alone time for the two of you every evening, taking you out on picnic and kayaking dates.

“You don’t have to go, you know,” Stiles muttered as he unloaded your suitcase from the Jeep.

“Yeah, he’s right,” Scott agreed. “We’re safe! It’s all done now. We can just live out a normal summer.”

“We thought we were safe after killing Peter and he’s alive again. Trust me, guys. I don’t want to go. But it really is for the best,” You sighed, looking down at your suitcase.

“Hey, you know what I just realized?” Scott asked, earning both of your attentions. “We’re right back to where we started.”

“What do you mean?” Stiles asked.

“I mean no popularity. No lacrosse. No danger. No relationships. Nothing! We get a fresh start. Well, you’ll get one when you get back,” Scott shrugged. You laughed and pushed him away. “Give me a hug before you go!”

“I’m gonna miss you, big guy,” You mumbled into his shoulder.

“Me too. I don’t think I’ve ever been apart from you for this long. Who’s going to stop us from doing stupid shit?” He asked, pulling away.

“I left Stiles a list of things you can’t do. And another one of things you probably shouldn’t do, but I’d do too,” You grinned, making him laugh.

“Call me every week,” Scott stuck out his pinkie. “I will come find you if you don’t.”

“Promise,” You giggled. He gave you one last hug before hopping back in the Jeep.

“So,” Stiles spoke up. “This is it, huh?”

“You’re free of me for the summer,” You joked. He didn’t smile. “Oh, come on! You get to do all of the stupid shit you’ve always wanted to without me looking over your shoulder.”

“I’d gladly give that up for just another week with you,” He sighed, making your face drop.

“Yeah, me too,” You muttered. “I’ll call you every week too.”

“You better,” He warned, making you laugh. “Come here.”

You walked into his arms and soaked in his familiar scent for the last time.

“Please don’t get a boyfriend when you’re there. I’m planning on winning you back when you come home. That would complicate things,” He mumbled into your hair, making you giggle again. “I’ve kinda got a thing against home-wrecking.”

“Same goes for you,” You smiled. “God, I miss you already.”

“Every week, you got it? I expect a full run down of every week on Friday afternoons!” He pulled away. His eyes scanned your face one last time before leaning in and kissing you gently. “Fuck, I love you. Stay safe. I’m only a phone call away so don’t hesitate to call if you need anything. Even if we are back to the just-friends label.”

“I love you too, Stiles,” You smiled sadly before placing another kiss on his lips. “I left a few naked pictures under your pillow.”

“I’m pretty sure just-friends don’t do that,” He smirked.

“Throw them away then,” You shrugged, grabbing your suitcase. “I’ll call you on Friday!”

“One more kiss!” He whined, making you laugh. You leaned back in, feeling him press a passionate kiss against your lips.

The second you both pulled away, the smiles both turned into sad frowns.

“Take care of yourself, okay?” You whispered. “I love you.”

“I love you more,” He pressed his forehead against your own. “Now go. You’ll miss your flight.”

You kissed one last time before you walked into LAX, turning back to see the boys waving from the Jeep and wiping their tears. You blinked back your own before walking in.

The end of an era indeed.

————

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Chapter 10

Episode 11

SUMMARY: Y/N’s father is back in town. They have a chat about what happened the week before with her mother and what to expect from summer break. Y/N goes to work and finally begins talking to the boys again. The finals game is tonight and the pack has to fight off Gerard and his tactics.

WORD COUNT:5242

TW: none besides like lowkey violence and the fact that i didn’t edit it hehe

You sat at your father’s counter, eating a box of stale cereal. You couldn’t seem to wipe the look of your mother’s face out of your mind.

She hasn’t spoken to you since it all happened. Not since she coldly ordered you to pack your things as you waited for your father to arrive into town to take full custody of you. You sat on the living room couch that night, teary eyed as your father angrily yelled at your mother, saying parents don’t have the option of simply giving up when things get difficult, that they had a daughter to prioritize over hurt feelings. You walked out angrily after your mother responded, ‘You call that monster our daughter? Do you not remember what happened to your sister?! No, no, no. As far as I’m concerned, I no longer have a daughter’.

You cried the whole way back to your father’s apartment.

“Morning, squirt! Give me some noggin, duuuude,” Your father gently head butted you before going around the counter to pour himself a coffee. “Want some?”

“Sure,” You responded without so much as a smile.

“What’s the magic word?”

“Please?”

“No, the other one.”

“Oh my god,” You rolled your eyes. “Can I please have a cup of coffee..” He raised his eyebrows expectedly. “Duude..”

“Only because you said dude,” He responded in the same accent the turtles used in Finding Nemo. He knew how you liked your coffee; oat milk with a splash of vanilla sweetener, just like him. ”Here ya go, sweetheart.”

“Thanks,” You mumbled, taking a sip as your mind began to wander again. He furrowed his brows, not used to seeing you so emotionless and aloof.

“You wanna talk about it?” He asked, leaning on the counter behind him as he sipped on his own cup.

“About what part?” You chuckled dryly. ”My best friend being a werewolf? Or maybe I can talk about the secret I’ve been keeping from you for months? Or finding out that I’m a Sorcières Verte? No, better yet, maybe we can talk about how all of this resulted in Mom disowning me and tossing me out like a stray cat.”

“Man, and I thought my life sucked,” He joked. You frowned. “Sorry. Good joke, bad timing. That’s on me. Look, I’m sure all of this will pass. She’ll come around, kiddo. Give her some time.”

“Doubt it,” You grumbled before taking a sip of your coffee. “She’s the biggest pain in the ass I’ve ever met so I wouldn’t even be that mad if she never spoke to me again.”

“Hey, she’s still your mom, Y/N. I hate her just as much as you do right now but I don’t like to hear you talk about her like that… Even if she is the biggest pain in the ass to graze this planet,” He rolled his eyes, finally making you smile. “Ah, there’s that smile! Tell you what. If you want to get out of here for the summer, my mother trains witches just like you out in Salem, Massachusetts. We can send you out there this summer so you can get the much needed training. Plus, it might do you some good to get out of this town.”

“Salem, Massachusetts? That’s, like, all the way across the country!” You shook your head. “What about my friends? No, they’re one of the only things keeping me sane right now. Isn’t there a way you could teach me instead?”

“I don’t have magic. But… I mean, I helped my mom train my younger siblings. I guess I can get her to send over some books. I don’t mind trying but.. Y/N, you’d be a lot better off with your grandmother. She can teach you how to control your powers in the matter of three months!”

“But then I’d have to be away from everyone I love for three months,” You pursed your lips. “I don’t wanna leave you behind. Or Scott. Or Stiles.”

“Speaking of which, have you spoken to them yet? I might do you some good to-“

“One lecture at a time, Dad,” You huffed.

You’ve made yourself almost completely unavailable to the boys. You called Stiles crying about your mother the night she kicked you out. He came over and held you in his arms until you fell asleep. After that,though you still talk to him every day, you couldn’t help but to be aloof. You weren’t ready to talk about your feelings, let alone go back to normal.

You barely spoke to Scott either, only about the things you needed to talk about; Jackson, Matt’s death, Derek.

The issue was that none of you wanted to talk about you were all going through or even casually hang out. Not when your mother disowned you. Not when Scott’s mom refused to speak to him. And certainly not when there was an awkward drift between Stiles and his father. For the first time ever, you all didn’t know how to go about talking to one another after that night.

“Right. Look, I’m not going to force you to go for the whole summer. I do want you to go, though. She can teach you more about control than I can, seeing as she’s a Sorcières Verte herself. So how about you go for the first week of every month? Three months of summer vacation. That means you’d only be there for a total of three weeks.”

“I can live with that,” You nodded, taking another few bites of your breakfast. He sat quietly before muttering under his breath.

“But I mean, the whole summer there would probably-“

“Dad,” You interrupted, finally looking up from your cereal. “I don’t wanna go across the country for the whole summer.”

“Okay! Okay! It was just an idea!” He says, holding his hands up in defense. He watches you as you take another bite of your cereal, taking a moment before hesitantly speaking up again. “Why didn’t you tell me, squirt?”

Squirt. He was trying to lighten up the subject by referencing Nemo. Somehow, it only made you feel worse.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me that magic ran in our family?” You shrugged. “I guess we were both afraid of the other one being mad or thinking we were crazy.”

“I wouldn’t have been mad at you. I hope you know that,” He sighed before continuing. “Look, I know I’ve spoken to you about my older sister- your Aunt Louise. I told you she died in a car accident with my dad when she was 16. Kiddo, it wasn’t the car accident that killed them. She..” He pursed his lips and looked down at his fidgety hands, as if trying to suppress the memories of her. He did this every time he spoke of her.

“I was nine so I don’t remember much besides that my father believed that she was a Sorcières Verte too. She refused to break a Mountain Ash barrier. Rightfully so too; she just didn’t want to go insane. She had everything going on for her at that point; head cheerleader, lacrosse-captain boyfriend, she was popular and loved.. I don’t want to get into the details but he put us in a situation where she was forced to break the barrier. He had this vision of being a family full of Sorcières Verte witches. Needless to say that he was compensating for not having magic of his own.

”Not even a day later, she had black blood coming out of her eyes and she was screaming at our father, telling him he was the one that did this to her all because he wanted the fame and glory of a Sorcières Verte for a daughter. She wasn’t wrong. But then.. She, uh.. she cast a spell that froze me and my siblings..” He inhaled deeply, as if he was questioning telling me what followed. He looked up at you for a moment before he finished his story. It wasn’t hard to tell that he was holding back tears.

“We watched as Louise killed our father. She said she was going to kill us to save us from the agony that came with magic. Just as she was about to kill us, we watched as my mother killed her oldest daughter. She was never the same after that. Ever since then, my mom’s dedicated her life to teaching witches how to control their powers. She’s damn good at it too because she never wants someone to go through the pain of watching their child go crazy. So.. Just think about it. Okay?”

Your lips parted and you nodded your head. He smiled sadly, patting your back as he grabbed his suitcase to leave.

“Dad, I’m so sorry,” You finally said. “I can’t imagine how hard that must’ve been for you. And I’m sorry for almost making you go through it again. I guess I didn’t tell you because.. I was afraid you might react like Mom did.”

“Sweetheart, I have never loved anything or anyone nearly as much as I love you. I knew from the moment I first held you that there was nothing you could do to change that. You never have to be afraid to tell me anything. I’m in your corner. Always,” He smiled, blinking away his tears before pressing a kiss on the top of your head. “Oh! And before I forget, here.”

He placed a set of keys in your hand. You looked up in confusion, making him laugh.

“I got you a car, squirt. I made a big deal with a company in Japan and they gave it to me for free. It’s all yours,” He grinned. “It’s the white Toyota Camry parked where Stiles usually-“

“OH MY GOD! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!” You screamed, practically tackling him as you engulfed him in a hug. He let out a loud laugh. “YOU’RE THE BEST DAD EVER!”

“I know,” He shrugged, pulling away. “I really have to go! But just know, if you crash that car, you aren’t getting another one. Got it?”

You interrupted him with another squeal.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” He laughed. “See you tonight! I’m making Honey Dijon Chicken if you wanna eat dinner after the game! Invite Stiles! Love you!”

And with that, the door shut behind him. You smiled down at your keys before quickly getting ready for school and darting out of the building to see the car sat front and center.

———

“Whose car is that?” Scott asked as you prepped the syringe for the next surgery. You looked up at him and saw him petting the dog to keep him calm.

“Mine,” You grinned. “My dad made a deal with some Japanese company and they gave it to him. So he gave it to me.”

“God, I wish my dad was more like yours,” He grumbled.

“Diddo. But with our moms,” You chuckled softly. “How is she? Your mom, I mean.”

“She has barely spoken to me since it all went down but, uh..” He hesitated, making sure Doc was nowhere to be seen. He lowered his voice anyway. “I was meaning to tell you this all day. Gerard broke into my house last night and-“

“WHAT?!” Your eyes widened as he covered your mouth.

“Shh! Listen,” He scolded before whispering again. “He’s the kanima’s new master. He broke in while I was showering. I heard a hiss and walked into my room to see Jackson holding my mom up by her neck. Gerard was threatening me. He wants to know where Derek’s pack is.”

“But the Kanima is used for vengeance and..” Your voice trailed off as it clicked. “Oh.. He wants to kill them to avenge Kate..”

“Bingo,” He nodded.

“I know you both are seeing other people. But for just friends, you two spend an awful lot of time whispering nonsense only mere inches from each other’s faces,” Doc smirked. You both looked at one another, only then realizing just how close you were. You both chuckled awkwardly and stepped away from one another before getting back to work.

———

“I think I forgot my phone in my car,” You smiled before excusing yourself. “I’ll be right back.”

As you opened the door, you felt yourself run into a tall figure. His hands grabbed your shoulders protectively, preventing you from stumbling over.

“I’m sorry! I just-… Isaac?” You furrowed your eyebrows. “What are you doing here? You need to be in hiding!”

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you sound concerned,” He smirked. You rolled your eyes, but he caught the smile you bit back. You looked up at his eyes, resisting the urge to squirm under his intense stare.

“Good thing you know better then,” You returned the same smirk. “Now go inside. You can’t be seen out here.”

“But I need to talk to you and Scott-“

“I’ll be in a second. Go,” You softened your voice.

“I like it when you talk to me like that,” He smiled softly.

“Go!” You scoffed, pushing him away as you continued to walk towards your car. He chuckled and did as told. You reached in and grabbed your phone, calling Stiles.

“Hey, you alright?” His worried tone rang through your ear.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” You chuckled. “Are you?”

“Yeah. I mean, I was just asking because you haven’t really talked to me in a couple of days. So I just figured if you were calling, it had to mean you were hurt or something. I don’t know!” He spoke quickly, an anxious habit. “Not that I’m mad that you haven’t spoken to me! I get it. You need space after everything that happened with your mom- Y/N, why aren’t you interrupting me already? I’m rambling!”

“I’m okay. We’re okay,” You laughed, hearing him breathe out a relieved sigh. “I was wondering if Scott told you what happened with Melissa and Gerard last night.”

“Yeah, he called me after it happened,” He responded. “It’s fucking ridiculous. It’s like as soon as we feel like we might’ve won one battle, a bigger one comes our way.”

“That’s exactly how I feel about it too,” You sighed.

“Did you really call me to tell me about Scott’s encounter last night?” He asked after a moment of silence.

“Not really. I kind of just wanted to hear your voice,” You admitted, making him chuckle. “I miss you.”

“God, I miss you so much,” He breathed. “I just wanted to give you space after everything that happened. I’m sorry I haven’t really reached out. Things have been a little awkward at my house too.”

“No, it was actually just what I needed. I’m the one that should be sorry for not reaching out. But thank you for that. I really appreciate you,” You smiled, hearing his breathy chuckle on the other end of the line along with the sound of papers moving. “I have to go back in but I wanted to ask if you maybe wanted to come home with me after the game? My dad’s making this honey dijon chicken dish. Then you and I can watch a movie or just talk about all of the stupid shit that happened with week-“

“I would love that,” You could tell by the way he spoke that he was smiling. Hard.

“My dad got me a car,” You grinned.

“NO WAY! HE GOT YOU A CAR?!” He shouted. “What kind?”

“I’ll show you after the game tonight!”

“You can’t just drop the my-dad-got-me-a-car bomb and then not tell me what kind it is!” He whined.

“It’s a surprise!” You laughed.

“You’re such a tease,” He grumbled. “But fine! I’ll let you get back to work. I’ll see you at the game tonight. I love you.”

“I love you more.”

“Yeah, okay. Keep dreaming,” He said before the call ended. You smiled before tossing your phone in your pocket and heading back in the building. You walked in, pausing at the doorway as you watched Isaac place his hand in Deaton’s. You furrowed your brows and looked at Scott who smiled back at you.

You walked in further and saw Isaac’s veins turn dark as he touched the sick dog on the table.

“What’d I do?” He breathed.

“You took some of his pain away,” You smiled, he looked over at you with teary eyes. At that moment, he looked so innocent. So far from the boy who constantly flirted with and taunted you. You couldn’t help but place a reassuring hand on his arm and smile softly at him.

“Only a little. But sometimes a little can make quite a difference,” Doc spoke up. Isaac shied away from you as he wiped a tear.

“It’s okay,” Scott told him. “The first time he showed me, I cried too.”

Isaac looked up at all of you and laughed. Doc ushered the dog away, leaving you all alone in the room. You began cleaning up before Isaac spoke up again.

“They’re leaving tonight, during the game,” He said.

“So why are you telling us?” Scott asked.

“I’m not telling you. I’m asking you. I’m asking for your advice,” Isaac corrected. You froze before turning around.

“From us? Why?” You furrowed your brows.

“Because I trust you,” He said casually. “Both of you.”

“Why?” You asked again.

“Well, I’m bonded to you. So I guess that’s what brought me out here in the first place. And because you always seem to want to do the right thing,” He responded as more of a question.

“I almost killed you, Isaac,” You let out a breathy chuckle.

“And I usually have no idea what I’m doing,” Scott shook his head before looking over at you. “Actually, I always have no idea what I’m doing.”

“Do you want to let me know what you’re doing right now?” Isaac asked.

“We’re not going anywhere, if that’s what you mean,” Scott shrugged. You felt an odd pang in your stomach as he said that, almost as if your magic was disagreeing. “I have too many people here who need me.”

“Well, I guess that makes me lucky ‘cause, uh… ‘Cause I don’t have anyone, so..” Isaac looked down before getting up to walk out.

“Are you gonna go with them?” You asked a little too eagerly.

“Yeah,” He nodded before looking over at you. Your doe-eyed gaze almost melted him on the spot. He could tell you didn’t want him to. “Yeah, I think I will.. But, uh, good luck with the game tonight, Scott.”

“Well, thanks, but I’m not going either. Can’t even think about playing some.. meaningless game right now.”

“You weren’t at practice last week, were you?” Isaac asked.

“No, I skipped it. Why?”

“And you didn’t hear?”

“Hear what?” Scott questioned. You stepped forward.

“Jackson was there,” Isaac blinked.

“What do you mean there? Like he was-“ You began.

“As if nothing had happened,” Isaac confirmed.

“Wh-.. That means.. The game tonight?” Scott stuttered.

“Yeah,” Isaac nodded. “He’s playing.”

———

“Stiles!” You stopped him as he walked out of the locker room. “I’ve been trying to call you! I was-“

“Scott told me already,” He nodded, pulling you aside before lowering his voice. “Gerard is making Coach bench him tonight.”

“What? He’s trying to bench Scott?” You blinked. “B-But Jackson-“

“I know, I know. Look, I need you to sit beside my dad and Melissa tonight. I need you to protect them if something happens.”

“What about you? No way, I need to sit close to the bench!”

“I have Scott. They need you. Please,” He pleaded.

“Stiles, I don’t think Melissa wants me near her. She’s my mom’s best friend and..” You sighed. His face fell, knowing exactly where you were going with this. “She probably wants nothing to do with me either.”

“That’s not true,” You heard a voice from behind you. You turned around to see Melissa smiling at you. “Sweetie, she might be my best friend but that doesn’t mean I agree with what she did. I’d love to have you sit next to me. I also wouldn’t mind your protection.”

You looked back at Stiles with wide eyes. He smiled and kissed your forehead. “Go. I’ll be fine. I can’t wait to see your new car after the game.”

Considerate Stiles. Never forgets a word you tell him.

You nodded before walking towards the stands with Melissa.

“I’m sorry to hear about your mom,” She began. “I tried talking to her about it but..”

“She’s as stubborn as a mule. I know. I appreciate you trying though,” You forced a smile. “Besides, I don’t think I ever want to talk to her again. Not after the way she acted when I needed her the most.”

“I don’t blame you,” She sighed. “It’s okay to be mad. Hell, I’m mad at her too. But don’t let that anger turn to hatred because the only person that’ll hurt more than anyone will be you. Even if she is a heartless bitch sometimes.”

You chuckled as you scooted in beside her and Mr. Stilinski.

“Hey, kiddo! How’s your dad?” He grinned.

“Great! He got me a car,” You smiled. They both looked over at you and congratulated you before they took off into a conversation of their own. You could sense Melissa’s nervousness as she spoke to the sheriff. Seeing Gerard surely caught her off guard after what happened the previous night. You took her hand into yours and squeezed reassuringly. She smiled over at you and placed her other hand on top of your own as the game started.

———

“Your dad comin?” Scott asked Stiles.

“Yeah, he’s already here. He’s sitting next to Melissa and Y/N,” He nodded, looking back at you to see you nervously biting your lip as you looked over at Gerard and Jackson.

“You seen Allison?”

“No, you seen Lydia?”

“Not yet.”

“You know what’s going on?” Stiles asked lightly.

“Not yet.”

“Oh,” He nodded before hesitantly continuing. “It’s going to be bad, isn’t it? I mean, like people screaming, running for their lives, blood, killing, maiming kind of bad?”

Scott looked over sympathetically. “Looks like it.”

Stiles sighed, blinking back his tears as he remembered the events that happened a week ago.

“Scott, the other night seeing my dad get hit over the head by Matt, watching as Y/N threw me aside as she prepared herself to take a bullet for me, while I’m just lying there and I can’t even move, it just..” He paused, keeping his eyes on the field even though he could sense Scott’s gaze. “I want to help, you know, but I can’t do the things you guys can do. I can’t..”

“It’s okay,” Scott said softly as his best friend finally looked over at him.

“We’re losing, dude,” Stiles shook his head sadly.

“The hell are you talking about? Game hasn’t even started. Now put in your helmet and get out there. You’re in for Greenberg!” Coach ordered.

“What?! What happened to Greenberg?” Stiles sat up.

“What happened to Greenberg? He sucks! You suck slightly less.”

“I’m playing? On the field?! With the team?!” Stiles widened his eyes as he looked back at his teammates.

“Yes, unless you’d rather play with yourself.”

“I already did that today, twice,” Stiles said without thinking.

“Get the hell out there!”

“Alright!” Stiles flailed around before running to the field.

———

“Oh, no. Why is my son running on the field?” Noah grumbled to you and Melissa.

“What?!” You gasped, grinning as you looked over at your boyfriend.

“Because he’s on the team?” Melissa said sarcastically.

“He is.. He’s on the team. He’s on the field! MY SON IS ON THE FIELD!” Mr. Stilinski shouted as he stood up. He looked around, blushing as he realized he gained the attention of everyone around him.

“WOOO! THAT’S MY BOYFRIEND!!” You shouted even louder, to take the eyes off of him. You stood up and jumped around. “GO STILES!!”

“Oh dear god..” Stiles muttered.

“You’re a godsend, you know that?” Noah chuckled at you.

“I’ve been told once or twice,” You smirked, making them laugh.

“I could hear you from the other side of the stands,” Lydia smiled as she walked up to you. Your eyes lit up as you scooted over.

“You made it!” You grinned, hugging her as she sat down next to you, almost forgetting about the events that were going to happen tonight.

“Yeah, I figured Jackson needed the support,” She nodded, snapping you back to reality. Your smile fell as the whistle blew. “You okay?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah. Headache,” You smiled half heartedly as you turned towards the game.

You gasped as Stiles caught the ball, about to stand up and cheer as he instantly got tackled. The whole crowd groaned.

“He’s probably just warming up,” Melissa said. He went for another ball before he got tackled again, harder than the last time. Not a single person in the crowd refrained from wincing.

“He’s just a little nervous. Plenty of time to turn it around,” Lydia took your hand.

A ball to the face. Another tackle. Then he tripped over his own feet.

“Is that Isaac?” Lydia asked. “We’re saved!”

You looked over at the field to see Isaac already looking back at you. You furrowed your brows as he winked before he got into position.

“… Did he just-“ Lydia looked over at you with a raised brow.

“I think he likes you,” You interrupted.

“I don’t think that was for me,” She muttered before shrugging. “He’s cute. And athletic. And popular. Maybe you should-“

“GO STILES!!” You interrupted again, not wanting to hear the next sentence.

You all watched as Isaac tackled teammate after teammate, trying to get enough people injured so that Scott could play. You chuckled as Isaac looked over at you and shrugged. It wasn’t until Jackson tackled him and he stayed on the ground that Melissa quickly got up, grabbing your arm and dragging you onto the field.

“Something’s happening, isn’t it?” She asked the two of you. “Something more than a lacrosse game?”

“You should go,” Scott told her.

“Oh, I’m not going anywhere. But everything that I said before, forget it. All of it. Okay?” She said. “If you can do something to help, then you do it. You have to.”

“I will,” Scott nodded.

“I got your back,” You said. He smiled down at you. “You attack, I’m right there with you.”

“I know,” He chuckled, placing a hand on your arm. “Go sit down. And maybe use some of that magic of yours to help us win.”

“You got it!” You said as you jogged back with Melissa.

You only had a moment to watch the game peacefully before you felt a familiar pull towards the locker room. You looked around and realized Gerard was gone too. Isaac was in trouble, you felt it.

Without an explanation, you shot to your feet and began running, ignoring the questions from the group you sat with. Your legs ran at full speed as you burst into the building. The pull directed you to the locker room. You slowed down, careful not to make any noise as you walked up to the door.

“This would be so much more poetic if it were halftime,” You heard Gerard speak as he dragged a sword towards Isaac. The boy’s eyes shot to you before he smirked. Gerard looked in the mirror before seeing two sets of glowing eyes staring back at him in the mirror; green and gold.

The crowd began to go crazy and you both fought against the hunters. You held your hands out, blasting them into the walls behind them as Scott threw them around like rag dolls. After the room fell to nothing more than the sound of their groans, you both looked around and realized you’d lost Gerard.

“Where is he?!” Scott asked Isaac. He looked around again and saw you were gone too. “Y/N?!”

“GOTTA GO!” You shouted from the hallway as you ran back to the field, not registering the fact that you’d lost the old man. You barely caught your boyfriend’s winning shot just in time from the distance, almost not believing your eyes as you watched number 24 shoot the ball directly into the goal. Your feet didn’t stop running, not even when they touched the field, not when the referee shouted at you, not until you ran into the arms of your boyfriend in the midst of his teammates’ blissful chaos.

“YOU DID IT!” You shouted as he spun you around. “I KNEW YOU COULD DO IT!”

“I DID IT! DID YOU SEE ME SCORE ALL THOSE GOALS?!” He cried, pulling off his helmet to place a kiss onto your lips.

“Hey, get her off the field!” A ref called before Stiles rolled his eyes.

“I think your troublemaker boyfriend is rubbing off on you,” Stiles chuckled. “Go! I’ll catch you in a couple minutes.”

You nodded before jogging back towards Scott.

Scott.

You looked at him as he looked around like a deer in headlights; that’s when it clicked. It all seemed to move in a haze-induced slow motion. Gerard was smirking on the sidelines. Jackson stood near the goal with slitted pupils. The lights went out. Suddenly, the crowd’s cheerful screams melted into cries of terror as they stampeded around you; mothers carrying their children as they ran, teenagers sprinting as fast as they could to their vehicles, teachers and policemen asking everyone to remain calm.

“Y/N, did you hear her?! Somebody’s down on the field!” Scott grabbed your shoulders, snapping you out of the odd haze. “Come on!”

“Stiles,” You breathed, feeling that something was off. You both jogged into the field to see that Jackson laid lifelessly on the ground.

“JACKSON! JACKSON! Oh my god! There’s blood!” Lydia cried as she ran up next to you.

You felt paralyzed, as if time was moving through you instead of you through it. Your eyes scanned the crowd as you looked for your boyfriend. You saw the sheriff, your friends, strangers, but no sight of Stiles.

“Woah, woah, woah! Your eyes,” You felt Isaac harm your shoulders and pull you into him . “Hey, your eyes are glowing. We need to get you out of here.”

“Stiles,” You breathed rapidly. “Something’s wrong, Isaac. Where is he?!”

“We need to get you out of here,” He repeated as he shook his head and he guided you away from the crowd. “Keep your head down.”

“I can’t.. I can’t breathe- I think these are Stiles’ emotions. I think he-he’s in trouble,” You choked out as your eyes filled with tears. You kept your head down until he opened your car door for you. Suddenly your mind was filled with visions from your boyfriend’s perspective; scoring a series of goals, scoring the final goal, you running into his arms, the lights going out, watching as Gerard blindfolded him before throwing into a van.

“Gerard has him,” You opened your eyes to show that it was no longer just your irises that were glowing. Your whole eye was filled with the luminescent green light as well as your hands. Isaac stepped back, afraid of your next action. “I’m going to kill him.”

Chapter 11 ->

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Chapter 9

Episode 10

SUMMARY: Stiles and Y/N make up before the pack tells the Sheriff about Matt. They all go to the station to be confronted by Matt and later deal with the Argents.

WORD COUNT: 6300+

TW: SMUT ISH LANGUAGE 18+ BAHAHA SORRY I DIDN’T THINK I’D DO THIS AGAIN BUT I JUST HAD TO / also i didn’t feel like editing this so i apologize for grammatical errors n shi

A/N: Y/M/N -> your mother’s name, Y/F/N -> your full name

You awoke as the stillness of the night began melting into bird calls, watching as the sunset began to tease the sky. The window was left open, allowing the soft gust of spring’s winds to move your sheer curtains in the same way the moon moves the ocean’s waves. The serene morning was accompanied with the faint snores of the sleepy boy next to you; his arm wrapped lazily around your waist, nose nuzzled deep into your neck.

Yet all you could bring yourself to think was how there was still an unspoken tension between the two of you. Though it was his innate instinct to cuddle up next to you before dawn, you knew that if you did not talk through everything that had happened, you’d only continue to be greeted with aloof hellos and awkward goodbyes.

Your wandering mind came to a halt as your fingers gently traced the freckles on his upper arm. If you knew anything, you knew that you loved this boy deeply, with each and every molecule in your body. You knew that you needed to hear his feelings and sentiments over the previous week’s events. Although you hated confrontation and scary conversations such as the one you’d soon have, it needed to be done to keep him in your life. For however long you stayed sane, that is.

You drew in a breath, reminding yourself that this wasn’t just some boy. It was Stiles; your Stiles. As stubborn and sarcastic as he could be, he was always understanding and forgiving. Especially when it came to you.

“Mm, only you can look this good in the mornings,” He muttered, placing a kiss onto your collarbone. You smiled down at him, happy you see his sleepy honey-colored eyes looking back at you. “Don’t you dare return the compliment or say ‘whatever’. Accept it.”

“You’re so cute,” You giggled, making him roll his eyes playfully. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it. Thank you… But you look better.”

“I missed waking up next to you,” He smiled, kissing behind your ear. “Is your mom home?”

“No, why?” You chuckled, knowing where this was leading to.

“Oh, no reason,” He smirked, hovering his face above your own, finally pressing a sweet kiss onto your lips. “Just curious.”

“Sti,” You giggled, pulling away to speak only to have his lips follow yours.

“Mm, no talking. Just kissing,” He said between kisses.

“I feel like.. we should talk about everything that happened,” You shook your head, trying to escape the wrath of his never ending pecks. He groaned, nuzzling his head back into the space between your neck and collarbone.

“Whyyy?” He whined before deciding to press a sloppy kiss on your chest with every sentence. “We could just ignore everything that happened and enjoy the morning. We have the house to ourselves. All alone. The things we could do right now.”

“Stiles,” You breathed as he dragged his tongue up your neck slowly, almost making you forget what you were nagging on about to begin with. “We can’t keep fucking to avoid the conversation.”

“I could make you feel so good,” He whispered, his warm breath against your jaw sent shivers down your spine. He smiled at the way your eyes closed, loving the effect he had on you. “I could hear your pretty moans without worrying about being too loud.”

You let him worship your jaw, neck, and chest for a while longer before you flipped him over, now hovering above him. You placed sensual kisses behind his ear before whispering, “Do I have your attention now?”

“You really want to talk about it, don’t you?” He sighed.

“Mhm,” You smiled, nibbling on his earlobe, reaching down to toy with the waistband of his sweatpants. “But I would hate this leave you so hot and bothered. I want you to talk to me about everything that happened these past couple of days. I’ll keep going if you do.”

“What do you mean you’ll keep going if I- Ohh,” Your hand made it’s way down his sweatpants, rubbing over his boxers. His voice quivered as he continued to talk. “I was mad you for breaking the barrier.. Fuck, that feels good.. And then I, u-uh.. I realized that you were right to do what you did. I wasn’t mad anymore I was- oh my god, just like that. I was just hurt and worried. I still am but- ohh, fuck..”

In the time he spoke, your hands toyed with his cock. You’d pulled his pants down, making eye contact as he spoke, watching him throw his head back as you wrapped your lips around the tip and sucking softly.

“Keep going, baby,” You hummed.

“I was distancing myself because I didn’t want to lose you. I don’t know how to lose you… Mm, you look so pretty when you bob your head like that. Fuck, what was I saying?” He moaned, wrapping his hand in your hair. “Oh yeah. I, uh.. Selfishly, I didn’t want to.. see you slowly lose your mind so I- shit, baby.. distanced myself. I guess I’m just scared.”

“I know you are,” You nodded, taking him into your hands as you spoke. “It’s okay to be afraid. If you need more space then I totally get it-“

“No, no- I realized I’d rather stick around and see it through with you,” He said before throwing his head back as you swiped your thumb over his head. “I want as much time with you as I can have. God, especially if you keep doing this. That’s all I have to talk about, baby. I think it’s your turn.”

“So we’re good?” You asked as he placed two fingers under your chin and pulled you back up to kiss you.

“So fucking good,” He let out a breathy chuckle before flipping you on your back.

He was in the midst of leaving sloppy kissing down your breasts when you felt your stomach twist- something was wrong. You quickly sat up and looked out the window.

“Is everything okay?” He paused, pulling away and looking at you with concern.

“I think my mom’s home,” Your brows furrowed. He looked at you with wide eyes before you quickly hopped out of bed, throwing his belongings under your bed. “You need to hide.”

He quickly pulled on his boxers before running to the closet. You hopped back in bed mere seconds before you heard your door open. You pretended to be asleep as her footsteps approached before hearing the window shut. A few seconds later, your mother placed a small kiss on the top of your head before walking back out and closing your bedroom door softly, careful not to wake you. You waited a moment before you let him out of the closet with a smile, only to see him staring at you with a frown.

“How did you know she was home? I didn’t hear anything,” He whispered.

That’s when it dawned on you. You hadn’t felt that familiar feeling since before you’d broken the Mountain Ash barrier. Your mind flashed back to the millions of times you felt that feeing in your stomach; your stomach dropping as a warning. Your eyes widened as your breathing picked up in pace.

“Oh my god,” You muttered, checking your hands to see if there was any hint of black mist. But nothing was there. “You need to go.”

“What?!”

“Shh!” You covered his mouth. “I need to get dressed and wake Scott up. God, how could I have been so reckless? I shouldn’t be around you alone. We need him with us.”

“Wait, what? Why?” He asked, grabbing your shoulders. “Can you please explain what’s going on?”

“That twisty gut feeling I get as a warning, it’s back. Stiles.. If my magic comes back, I need someone there that’s strong enough to control me. Scott is the only one that has been able to snap me out of the black misted rage and…” You shook your head, looking up at your boyfriend. “Sti, I think I feel my magic coming back. I thought it was gone but the last thing I want to do is hurt you.”

“Look, I’m not leaving your side, okay?” He shook his head. “Let’s get dressed and grab Scott, alright? We can all go back to my house. We have to explain everything we found out to my dad anyway. We’ll just be getting a head start on the day, right?”

“Yeah, okay,” You nodded.

“But uh, I need to use your bathroom first,” He stuttered.

“Huh?.. Oh, yeah. Yeah, go ahead. I’ll get ready real quick and talk to my mom. I can distract her so you can sneak out. I’ll meet you at Scott’s,” You nodded. He smiled, pressing a quick kiss to your lips.

———

“So this kid is a real killer?” Mr Stilinski asked, looking down at the open yearbook on his son’s desk. You’d all spent the day at Scott’s house, figuring out ways to explain the situation to the sheriff. Time had slipped by, you hadn’t gotten back to the Stilinskis house until nightfall.

“Yeah,” Stiles nodded. His father kept his eyes on the book for a moment before responding.

“No.”

“.. Yes!” Stiles bit back.

“No,” Noah crossed his arms. Stiles shot up from his chair.

“Dad, come on. Everybody knows that the police looks for ways to connect victims in a murder, okay?” He began. You and Scott shifted your weight awkwardly as he spoke to his father. “So all you have to do is, like, look through their transcripts and figure out which class they all had in common.”

“Yeah, except for the fact that the rave promoter, Kara, wasn’t in Harris’s class,” He protested.

“All right, okay, you’re right. Sorry. Then I guess they dropped the chargers against him?” Your boyfriend raised his brows. You loved seeing how quick witted he was when it came to debates and looked down to hide your smile.

“No, you know what? They’re not dropping the charges. But that doesn’t prove anything,” Mr Stilinski said, making his son squirm with frustration. “Scott, do you believe this?”

“It’s really hard to explain how we know this but you just gotta trust us,” Scott spoke with confidence yet kept his voice soft. “We know it’s Matt.”

“Yeah, he took Harris’s car, okay?” Stiles butt in.

“Y/N?” The sheriff looked up at you, knowing that though his son possessed the brain and Scott possessed the heart to solve this mystery, you had both. “Can I trust them?”

He held a special place in his heart for you, seeing as he witnessed you grow up before his very eyes. Not to mention that he had a big influence on who you were today, something he took pride in.

He remembered vividly when you finally grew as close to him as you were with Claudia. You were an outgoing kid, always smiling and striking up a conversation with him when Claudia sent you with lemonade or a snack for him. One day, he was out in the garage changing the oil on his old truck. You skipped in, handing him a bottle of water and asked him to teach you how to do it. For once, you sat quietly, observing his every move closely. Claudia had spoken of how impressed she was of how your mind worked. When she taught you new recipes, you’d quiet down and focus wholeheartedly on everything she did. Then next time she’d cook the same recipe, you’d correct her on her measurements and how long to leave the dish in the oven.

He tested the waters by teaching you the name of every tool he used before starting up again. When he reached out asking for a specific tool, he was surprised to see your little hand place exactly the one he asked for on his palm. You only needed to be told once for you to remember and only needed to be asked once to do as told, something he was not quite used to with his own hyperactive child. He was only reminded of your age when he accidentally got splashed with the oil and you threw your head back in a fit of uncontrollable giggles, showing off your missing front teeth. Without being asked, you helped him clean up afterwards. You’ve always been caring, responsible, and one of the smartest kids he’d ever met (excluding the intelligence of his own son). It was no wonder Claudia took such a liking to you; you were just like her. After that day, if you caught him sneaking off to the garage, you’d grab him a lite beer and a juice box for yourself before following suit.

So when it came to his son’s schemes, he knew he could count on you to tell it how it was.

“Though I’d advice against it on most days, yeah. You can trust them; they’re telling the truth. It’s Matt,” You nodded.

“Look, he knew that if a cop found tire tracks at one of the murders, and that if enough of the victims were in Harris’s class, that they’d arrest him!” Stiles finished.

“Alright, fine! I’ll allow the remote possibility, but you have to give me a motive. I meant why would this kid want most of the 2006 swim team and it’s coach dead?”

“Isn’t it obvious?!” Stiles held out his arms. “Our swim team sucks! They- haven’t won in like six years! Okay, we don’t have a motive yet.”

You snorted before covering your mouth with your hand and clearing your throat. “Sorry, allergies.”

“Mhm,” Noah deadpanned.

“I mean, come on, does Harris have one?” Stiles ignored, wanting to bring his point home.

“What do you want me to do?” Noah finally nodded. Stiles looked back at you, knowing his father would be more prone to say yes if you asked.

“We need to look at the evidence,” You pursed your lips, afraid of his reaction.

“Yeah that would be in the station, where I no longer work,” He said, unamused, exactly the reaction you anticipated.

“Trust me, they’ll let you in!” Stiles responded.

“Trustyou?” His father raised his brows.

“Trust… Trust Y/N?” Stiles asked, pulling you forward by your waist and placing his hands on your shoulders as if you present you to his father. You grinned.

“Y/N, I trust,” Noah nodded before driving you all out to the station.

———

“We’ll look at the hospital stuff first, okay?” Stiles whispered, taking your hand in his as his father spoke to the officer behind the front desk.

“Why?” Scott questioned.

“Because all of the murdered were commuted by Jackson, except for one, you remember?” He replied.

“The pregnant girl, Jessica,” Scott nodded.

“Yeah,” Stiles confirmed. “Since Matt had to kill her himself, somebody from the hospital could’ve seen him.”

You all followed the Sheriff to his office and looked at the hospital footage from the night Jessica died for half an hour, no sight of Matt anywhere.

“That’s him! That’s Matt!” Stiles said, pausing the video.

“All I see is the back of someone’s head,” Noah frowned.

“Matt’s head, yeah. I sit behind him in history. He’s got a very distinct cranium, it’s weird,” Stiles explained.

“Are you crazy?”

“All right, fine, then look at his jacket, huh? How many people do you know wear black jackets?”

“Millions, literally,” his father responded.

“No, yeah, I wear one too,” You nodded making your boyfriend roll his eyes. “What? They’re cool.”

“You’re right. That’s one thing I’m glad never went out of style. You know, I still have the one that Claudia gave me in the 90s and I-“

“CAN WE STOP TALKING ABOUT LEATHER JACKETS?” He flailed his arms dramatically, making you laugh. “God! Focus, people!”

“Okay, can we scroll forward? There’s gotta be a shot of him coming at one of the cameras,” Scott pointed at the screen.

“Right there! Stop! Stop! See? There he is again,” Stiles yelped.

“You mean there’s the back of his head again!” Noah huffed.

“Okay, but look. He’s talking to a couple of people.”

“Scott,” You warned, leaning in. “I think that’s-“

“Our moms,” He finished.

“Okay, uh, what time is it?” You asked looking over at the wall clock. “They we’re both working the graveyard shift tonight. They carpooled and should be on the way home by now.”

“I’ll call my mom,” Scott nodded, dialing and putting his phone on speaker.

“One second, Y/M/N,” Melissa huffed. “Scott, I told you not to go out tonight! Is Y/N with you? Her mother is looking for her. If you two don’t get your asses home right now-“

“Melissa!” You interrupted. “We need both of you to come to the station. We’re here with Sheriff Stilinski and-“

“DID YOU GET ARRESTED?!” Your mother gasped taking the phone. “Y/F/N, I swear to god if-“

“Why are you two eager to get us in trouble tonight?” Scott rolled his eyes, looking up at you. You shook your head, not approving of the way he was poking the two scariest bears you knew. “Listen, we’re not in trouble. We’re working with the sheriff to solve the murder cases and we think we found something. Do you remember talking to Matt on the night the pregnant woman got killed?”

“Kids, do you know how many people we deal with in a day?” Melissa asked sarcastically.

“This one’s 16. He’s got dark hair, looks like a normal teenager-“ Scott began.

“He looks EVIL!” Stiles chimed in.

“Scott, we already talked to the police about this.”

“Okay, Mom, I’m gonna take a picture and send it to you,” You spoke up, doing as told. “Did you get it?”

“Yeah,” She responded. “Mel, look at this. Is this the guy you stopped because he was tracking mud in the hall?”

“Yeah, that’s the one,” Her best friend responded. “Scott, what’s going on?”

“It’s nothing, Mom. We’ll explain later. Gotta go,” He said, hanging up before she could protest. You could only imagine their reactions to that.

“Okay, we’ve got shoe prints alongside the tire tracks at the trailer site,” Noah said, flipping through his evidence book.

“And if they match, that puts Matt at the scene of three murders,” Stiles began. “The trailer, the hospital, and the rave.”

“Actually four,” His father corrected. “A credit card receipt for an oil change was signed by Matt at the garage where the mechanic was killed.”

“When?” You asked.

“A couple hours before you got there,” He looked at his son.

“Alright, Dad, if one’s an incident, two’s a coincidence, and there’s a pattern, what’s four?” Stiles questioned.

“Four’s enough for a warrant,” He told him. Stiles cheered, holding out his hand for a high five which you gladly accepted. “Scott, Y/N, call your mothers back. See how quick they can get here. If I can get an official ID, I can get a search warrant. Stiles, go to the front desk. Tell them to let them in when they get here.”

You felt the familiar sensation you felt that same morning; your stomach sank and twisted as the words spilled out of the sheriff’s mouth.

“On it!” Stiles said, speeding out.

“Sti! Wait!” You called after him, grabbing his wrist and pulling him into the hall, closing the door behind you.

“What? Hold on, can this wait? I need to-“

“You know that funny feeling I told you about? The one I had this morning?”

“Yeah?”

“It’s back. Something’s wrong. I don’t think we should go out there,” You explained, looking around before feeling it again.

“I’m sure it’s just because of what we found out-“

“No, Stiles, it’s something worse. A lot worse,” You argued before a sharp pain stabbed against your skull, you winced and gasped, grabbing at your head.

“Y/N? Y/N, are you alright?!” Stiles asked, grabbing onto your arms for support. “Scott!”

“Derek. Something’s wrong with Derek and.. Peter?” You breathed as Scott came out of Noah’s office. You kept getting flashes of their faces in your mind; Peter covered in dirt, Derek talking to Doc. The boys looked at each other in concern, afraid that this was finally it.

“Peter’s dead, Y/N, remember?” Scott asked, motioning Stiles to go to the front desk. “I got this.”

“You sure?” Stiles furrowed his brows, looking at you as you doubled over and gasped again from the pain.

“Yeah. Go,” Scott nodded before sitting you down in a nearby chair. “What’s going on?”

“I don’t think we should tell our moms to come, Scott. Something is wrong. I think Matt knows that we’re on to him! Derek’s in trouble and-“

“I already texted them- oh shit… Your magic really is coming back, isn’t it?” Scott frowned, trying to hide the fear in his eyes. “It’s okay, Y/N. Just breathe. Keep your thoughts-“

“Scott! I’m not going fucking crazy!” You huffed. “Tell them not to come! Matt’s here!”

“No, he’s not,” Scott blinked. “Listen to me-“

“Stiles..” Your voice trailed off as your stomach twisted once again. Your mind silenced and the pain subsided as you felt a magnetic pull towards the front desk. You looked up at Scott before taking off running.

“Y/N! What are you doing?!” He called before running after you. You paused as your eyes settled on the situation unfolding in the front room; your boyfriend was held at gun point.

“Oh fuck..” Scott breathed behind you.

“That’s impressive. That little trick you do,” Matt laughed, looking over at you. “Too bad that instinct kicked in a little too late this time. Walk back to the office.”

You all stood frozen in place.

“NOW!” Matt shouted. You did as told, as he herded you back to the sheriff. His face dropped when he saw you all walk in followed by the boy holding the gun.

“Matt?” Noah spoke up, holding his hand up. “It’s Matt, right? Matt, whatever’s going on, I guarantee you there’s a solution that doesn’t involve a gun.”

“You know, it’s funny you say that,” The boy smirked. “Because I don’t think you’re aware of just how right you are.”

“-I know you don’t wanna hurt people.”

“Actually, I wanna hurt a lot of people,” Matt said casually. “You four weren’t on my list, but I could be persuaded. And one way is to try dialing somebody on your cell phone like McCall is doing.”

You all turned to your best friend to see his eyes close in frustration.

“That could definitely get someone hurt,” He finished. “Everyone. Phones. NOW!”

You all hesitated, looking over at the sheriff. He nodded before you all set your phones on the desk. Before you knew it, Stiles was being forced to handcuff both you and his father to the prison cell’s wall.

“Tighter,” Matt ordered, causing your boyfriend’s eyes to roll.

“Do what he says, Stiles,” Noah nodded. He did as told before the boys were led out of the room.

“Mr Stilinski, our moms are-“

“I know. I know,” He breathed. “Do you have any idea how to unlock these things?”

“Keys,” You responded.

“Okay, smart ass. I meant any other way!” He huffed. You sat in thought for a moment before your eyes lit up. You looked down at your cuffs.

“I have bobby pins in my hair. Can you use your free hand to give me one?” You whispered. He nodded, doing as told. “This might take a while. We have to be quiet. He’ll kill us if he knows what we’re up to.”

You fiddled around with the bobby pin for about half an hour, hearing all sort of noises coming from the boys. As time went on, your head began to pound harder and hands began to shake from the nerves.

“You alright there, kiddo? Hey, hey, look at me,” Noah said, placing a hand over your own. You looked up, beads of sweat now rolled down your forehead. He noticed your pale features, hoping this was nothing more than a panic attack. “Hey, you’re okay. We’re okay. There hasn’t been a gunshot yet, alright? The boys are fine. You have time, just breathe and relax. You won’t be able to get anything done when you’re freaking out, alright? Here, take a deep breath with me, come on. In… all the way in.. And out.. Again. In… and out.”

“So that’s where Stiles got it from,” You let out a breathy chuckle after a few moments of breathing. His father smiled.

“No, actually, I got that from his mom,” He admitted. “You alright?”

“Yeah,” You nodded. “My head is pounding but I-“

A gunshot echoed through the empty halls followed by the screams of women.

“MOM?!” You shouted, snapping your head towards the sound.

“SCOTT! STILES!” Noah stood up. “WHAT HAPPENED?!”

“Back! Get back!” You heard Matt shout. You felt tears begin to form.

“Noah,” You breathed.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. Keep breathing and stop messing with the cuffs. I have a feeling we won’t be alone for very long,” He placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “Matt! Matt, listen to me!”

“Shut up! SHUT UP! EVERYONE SHUT THE HELL UP!” You heard him scream. “NOW GET UP, OR I SHOOT HER NEXT!”

Within a few moments, you saw Scott enter the room with a bloodied abdomen followed your mothers. Their faces dropped when they saw you and the sheriff locked to the wall.

“Y/N,” Your mom breathed, trying to walk over to you before Matt shoved her back towards the cell.

“GET IN!” Matt ordered. The women quickly shuffled in, tears running down their faces as he locked the door.

“Please, he needs to see a doctor,” Melissa begged.

“You think so?” Matt whispered.

“Hey, hey! You listen to me-“ Stilinski shouted.

“It’s all right! I’m okay!” Scott interrupted.

“No, honey, you’re not okay,” Melissa sobbed, breaking your heart.

“It doesn’t hurt, Mom,” Scott reassured.

“‘Cause that’s the adrenaline, okay?” She breathed.

“Please, let me.. Let me just take a look at him, okay? I mean, I can help stop the bleeding,” Your mom spoke up. “I’m an ER nurse practitioner. I deal with this stuff all of the-“

“They have no idea, do they?” Matt asked you.

“Please just let us take a quick look-“

“Shut up. Shut up! SHUT UP!” Matt growled. “Ladies, if you keep talking, I’m gonna put them next two bullets though their heads.”

“Okay, okay,” They whispered before your mother wrapped her arms protectively around her best friend.

“Back to the front, McCall!”

And with that, the boys disappeared again.

“Y/N, what is going on?” Your mother questioned.

“Be quiet, Mom. If they hear us talking, they might kill us. Okay?” You whispered, now collecting your emotions to calm her down. “Matt’s the killer. He’s behind all of the murders, alright? He knows we know. But I have no clue what he wants.”

“Sheriff, can you get us out of here?” Melissa sobbed quietly. “My son is dying.”

“Any luck on those cuffs?” He turned to you. “You get them off, maybe I can sneak behind him and shoot him.”

Your heart sank. You knew that would surely get him killed. Stiles already lost his mom, you couldn’t have him lose his father too.

“I’ll keep trying,” You whispered, knowing you couldn’t unlock his as well. “We have to keep quiet.”

You worked for a few more minutes before you felt another sharp pain attack your skull.

“Y/N!” The adults gasped as they saw you drop the bobby pin and grab your face.

“What’s going on- are you okay?” The sheriff asked. “She keeps getting these pains, Y/M/N. I have no idea why.”

“I’m fine. Can you grab another bobby pin?” You shook your head. He hesitated but reached up nonetheless before handing you the small metal piece.

Within sheer moments, the lights went out, causing everyone to gasp before the warning lights and sirens began to wail.

“WHAT’S HAPPENING?! WHAT’S GOING ON?!” Matt shouted before the sounds of rapid gunfire made the loud siren sound faint in comparison. The room you sat in erupted into shouts as everyone covered their ears as smoke began to seep through the doorway.

You continued to blindly mess with the cuffs for a few more minutes, listening to gunshots, snarls and screams. Finally, you felt the cuffs loosen and smiled.

“I got it!” You chuckled.

“Atta girl! Okay, now, you see those keys?” Stilinski began, noticing your gaze was set on the door. “Y/N? You listening?”

“I’m sorry, Mr Stilinski, but Stiles already lost one parent. I can’t let him lose you too,” You said as you took off your cuffs.

“Y/N,” He warned. “Unlock these cuffs. Do not try to be the hero.”

“Y/N, listen to Noah!” Your mother ordered. You looked up at them with guilty eyes. “Y/F/N, DO NOT WALK OUT OF THAT DOOR!”

“Y/N!” Melissa shouted.

“I’m sorry!” You shouted, grabbing a nearby gun and handing it to the sheriff. “Protect them. I’ll be back.”

“Y/N!” They all shouted as you ran out of the room. You knew this office like the back of your hand; you’d grown up here. Despite the darkness, you flawlessly moved through the hallways, searching for the boys. You looked through the rooms before you bumped into someone’s shoulder. It wasn’t until the warning lights lit up that you realized it was Jackson.

“Oh shit!” You gasped, closing the door and running the other way. You continued to follow your instinct, turning left and right as the familiar magnetic pull drew you towards your next destination.

“OW! FUCK!” You heard your boyfriend yell as you felt your foot step on something.

“Stiles?” You breathed, crouching down to see him and Derek lying on the floor.

“Y/N!” Scott called from the doorway, crouching down next to you and slinging your boyfriend’s arm over his shoulder. “Help me pick them up! We need to get them away from Jackson!”

“Just take Stiles! I got it from here,” Derek protested.

You nodded, taking your boyfriend’s other arm. You both began leading him away from the room before you felt your stomach drop.

“Other way! Other way!” You choked out as Jackson appeared from the dark. You all gasped before turning around and running through a series of doors, shutting them behind you only so they could be torn down within seconds by the Kanima. You got to the final room, waiting anxiously for it to be torn open once again. But nothing came besides a distant shriek.

“Y/N, stay with Stiles! I’ll be back,” Scott ordered as you both sat him down on a chair.

“You’re kidding, right?” You scoffed. “We’re better in a group! I can’t protect him without my powers- Scott!”

“Stay here!” He ignored, opening the door and leaving. You scoffed in disbelief before looking over at Stiles.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

“You’re the one that’s paralyzed,” You replied, making him roll his eyes. “Yeah, I’m fine. So are our parents but I think we should go check on them.”

“But Scott said to stay put.”

“When have you ever been one to listen to orders?” You smiled, taking his arm and draping it over your shoulder again. “Too many windows here anyway.”

“Good point,” He nodded. You cautiously and quietly opened the door, checking to make sure the coast was clear before you carried him towards the holding cell.

“God, you’re heavy,” You groaned, slowing down as you continued to walk.

“Maybe you’re just weak!” He argued, making you chuckle.

“Don’t make me laugh. I need my strength,” You groaned again as you readjusted him on your shoulder. The closer you got to the cell, the more you heard the sheriff’s screams. Adrenaline kicked in and you picked up your pace.

As you finally turned around the corner, you saw him break free from the wall, tearing off the piece of metal he was cuffed to. Your mother and Melissa cheered before their faces dropped. You followed their gaze to see Matt rushing towards Stilinski, hitting him the back of the head and knocking him out cold.

“DA-“ Your hand slapped over Stiles’ mouth. You tossed your boyfriend behind the wall as Matt turned to face you. “Y/N, what the fuck?!”

“You really aren’t as smart as people led me on to believe,” Matt smiled at you, his eyes remaining completely emotionless.

“Look, I’ll do whatever you want, Matt. Just leave them alone,” You held your hands out, showing you came without a weapon.

“Please, as if you could offer me anything I don’t already have,” He scoffed, raising his gun.

“NO! SHOOT ME! SHOOT ME INSTEAD! SHE’S JUST A KID!” Your mother screamed, rattling the cage.

“Now there’s an idea,” He chuckled before you all heard a snarl in the corner. You looked over to see Derek standing in one entrance before Jackson appeared at the other. You gasped before watching them have at it, throwing punches and each other against the wall. Matt began to run away, you innately stepped forward before he pointed his gun at you.

“You watching Stiles?” He laughed. “WHAT ABOUT YOU, MRS Y/L/N?!”

Your mother fell to her knees, screaming and begging for him to take her life instead of your own. Stiles pleaded for him to put down the gun. Then suddenly, everything fell silent. You looked around and realized everything around you began moving in slow motion as something inside of you snapped. You could no longer have this sociopath take any more lives.

A blinding green light illuminated the hallway; it came from you. Matt turned around quickly and shot at you, only to see the bullets had no effect and simply dropped as they hit you. His eyes widened before he took off running. You almost chased after him before you heard your name being called from the cell beside you.

You turned to see the Kanima standing on the holding cell, looking at Melissa and your mother with a hunger to kill. You held out your hand, feeling your hair blow back as you sent a blast into the beast. It slammed into the metal bars before falling back into the floor with a large thud.

Though you stunned it for a moment, it snapped back into all fours; its gaze set on you. Derek groaned on the floor, trying to get back up to help you but continued to fall back onto his stomach. You maintained eye contact with the monster, ready for it to strike at any moment, when you saw something out of the corner of your eyes launch into it, growling and it sliced through its back.

Scott now stood in full werewolf mode on its other side and Derek began to stand up, coming out of his daze. The Kanima looked around before rushing off into the hallway with Derek hot on its heels.

“Scott! Scott, are you okay?!” Melissa sobbed. Your mother stayed silent as she saw the green light illuminate from your eyes and hands. You both slowly looked their way, wishing you hadn’t when you saw the looks on their faces twist from concern to utter disappointment. Your mother wrapped a protective arm around Melissa as they stepped back from you both.

“No,” Melissa choked out before she sobbed quietly into your mother’s shoulder. Her eyes never left you, not even after the green light fades away.

“Mom, I-“ You began.

“Don’t,” She stopped you, making your heart sink. “Just.. don’t.”

“Get them out of here,” Scott turned to you. “You have your powers back. Make sure they make it to their car before you come back in and help me, alright?”

You nodded, barely being able to look away from your mother to acknowledge his order. The green light that once illuminated the room fizzled into nothing as your heart sank. It was as if you were looking at two different women; their motherly gazes of love and adoration now melted into nothing.

“Hey, you still have me,” He whispered, seeing the tears form in your eyes.

“You have me too,” You responded as you blinked away the tears. “Don’t worry about me, go.”

You looked over at the women in the cell before grabbing the keys and unlocking it for them. They simply stayed put, looking at you in a mixture of horror and anger.

“I’m not gonna hurt you, okay? I just want to make sure you get out of here safely. Help me drag Stiles in here so I can make sure these guys are safe before I walk you back out to your car,” You explained. They nodded, walking out, grabbing both of your boyfriend’s arms, and dragging him beside his father.

“Y/N,” He began, looking at you in concern.

“You okay on your own?” You crouched down, giving him a halfhearted smile.

“Areyou?” He asked hesitantly, looking at your hands. “Your powers are back, Y/N. Are you sure you want to be alone with them?”

“Sti, my powers are honestly the last thing I’m worried about. I’ll come back for you, okay?” You brushed off. “I’ll be fine.”

“WAIT THAT DIDN’T SOUND TOO CONVINCING!” He called after you as you left the room. “Y/N!?”

“What is going on, young lady?” Melissa hissed as you grabbed her arm, leading the way.

“Long story,” You whispered, checking to make sure the coast was clear before you continued to walk through the dark hallways.

“No. Absolutely not. You are going to explain everything to me! Why were you glowing?! Why is my son..” Her voice trailed off as she swallowed a knot.

“Look, Mel. I know you deserve an explanation. A really good one. But right now, I just need to get you both out of here and-“

“We are not going anywhere!” She protested, looking over at your silent mother. “Why aren’t you saying anything?”

“Please, we have to be quiet in order for me to get us out alive,” You finally grabbed her shoulders, looking into her eyes. “Scott and I will explain it all soon, okay? I need you to be quiet. Our lives depend on it. Just.. Trust me.”

“Trust you?” Her eyes widened with anger. “You’ve been lying to us and you expect us to trust you?”

“Okay, that’s fair. At the very least, just stay quiet and let me get out out of here alive,” You whispered. “Let me save you.”

She scoffed, pulled away from you before holding out her hand as if to say ‘lead the way’. You took a deep breath, looking over at your mother to see her emotionless expression before you led them through the halls.

You closed your eyes, focusing on where your magic led you, turning left and right when you felt it was correct. At one point, you held your arm out and pressed a finger against your lips as you all pressed against the wall. Jackson hissed before running past the three of you with Derek close behind him.

You continued to navigate through the bloodied halls before you finally got to the exit. You looked around before jogging over to your mother’s car, opening the passenger’s door for Melissa before looking into your mother’s expressionless eyes.

“Mom, I-“

“I know,” She nodded as Melissa got in. “Your father, he-.. I thought he was crazy until I saw his mother show me the very same magic you just used.. I’m disappointed in you for not telling us sooner.”

“I-..” Your voice trailed off, flinching as another round of gunshots and snarls echoed behind you. “Can we talk about this at home?”

She looked at you in a way that almost made her unrecognizable. It hurt to see that the adoration that normally decorated her features were gone; it was as if she was looking at a stranger.

“I’m calling your father. Talk it through with him. I don’t want you coming anywhere near my house anymore,” She shook her head before climbing into the car. Your lips parted as she drove off without hesitation.

You get your eyes fill with tears as you watched the women leave the premises. You stood in disbelief, feeling stray tears fall into your cheeks.

Your own mother didn’t want you anymore. Never in your sixteen years of existence had she looked at or spoke to you in that way. This was the woman who birthed you- raised you. And she simply kicked you out like a dog.

“Y/N!” You heard a familiar voice call from behind. You quickly wiped your stray tears before turning to face Scott who carried your boyfriend. “We need to go! Grab Stiles’ keys and.. Wait, what just happened? Are you-“

“I’m fine,” You interrupted. “Let’s go.”

Chapter 10 ->

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Chapter 8

Episode Nine

SUMMARY: Y/N has to deal with the consequences of her actions.

WORD COUNT: 7162

TW: sexual language and cursing

A/N: sorry for posting so late. a friend of mine was in need of some comforting. BUT HERE IS THE NEW CHAPTER!!

You sighed, looking down at your phone for what seemed like the millionth time to see the same text from your boyfriend.

3:30 AMStiles: Oh thank god. I’m glad to hear he’s okay. I’m sorry, I’m not meaning to ignore or blow you off. I just need some time to process everything that happened today.

3:33 AMY/N: No, it’s cool. Take your time

“How you feeling?” You heard Derek ask from behind you.

“A lot better than I was feeling a few hours ago,” Scott chuckled.

“Look, I know you two have a lot to talk about. I’ll give you a few minutes but we should really get out of here before the Argents find us. I’ll wait in the car. Don’t take too long,” Derek nodded, turning to walk out of the room. You heard the door’s bells jingle before it closed behind him.

“Jesus, you scared the shit out of me,” You sighed, looking up at Scott. His concerned gaze was already set on your own. “I felt your life slipping out of me. I tried to heal you with my blood but it didn’t work so I really thought… Don’t ever do that again.”

“I won’t. I promise,” He blinked, looking down at your hand to see that it was wrapped in gauze. He could tell by the way that the medical tape was neatly folded at the end that Deaton has wrapped it up for you. “Wait.. why didn’t it work?”

You looked down at your hand, playing with the edges of the gauze, pondering how to word what you’d done earlier that night.

“Y/N? Why did Derek say we have a lot to talk about?” He questioned softly. 

“I, uh.. Derek and I got trapped outside of the Mountain Ash barrier when we heard your cry for help,” You finally admitted.

“You didn’t,” He muttered, feeling his stomach drop at the way your guilty eyes darted to the floor. “Look me in the eyes and tell me you did not just break that barrier because of me.”

Your eyes filled with tears at his shaky voice. You tried to blink them away before looking up and pursing your lips.

“Oh, Y/N,” He whispered before he stepped forward to wrap his arms around you. He held you tightly, not quite being able to wrap his mind around the fact that this could very well be the last night he would be able to do so.

“I, uh.. I lost my magic. I was talking to Doc and he said that it isn’t a good sign. A Sorcières Verte’s powers would be enhanced by now, not gone. There’s a chance I won’t lose my mind, but if the black mist comes back then…”

“We’re not there yet. So let’s not freak out, alright? You’re still sane. Nothing’s wrong right now besides losing your magic, right?” He pulled away to look you in the eyes. You nodded. “Your heart skipped a beat.”

“It’s not my magic. It’s just.. Stiles,“ You shook your head, trying to contain the storm of anxiety that hid behind your now emotionless mask. "He made me swear beforehand that I wouldn’t break it under any circumstances, but I had no other option. Not when I felt your life slipping away. I don’t even know where we stand or how he feels or why he isn’t here-”

“Y/N, listen to me,” Scott grabbed your shoulders. “I’m sure it’s nothing. I mean, you know how he is. He probably just needs some space to think this all through so he can talk to you with his head and not his feelings.”

You nodded your head again but you knew this time was different. You saw the look in his eyes. Before you fully lost your magic, you felt the bond you shared begin to break. You’d be ignorant to ignore that there was a very real possibility that your relationship would soon come to an end. “We should probably go. Derek’s waiting on us.”

“Are you sure you want to come? I mean after everything that happened-“

“It’s a hell of a lot better than being alone,” You interrupted. Scott’s lips pursed before he nodded, leading the way.

———

“We need a new plan because next time, one of us is gonna be too hurt to heal,” Derek huffed as he walked into his abandoned subway spot. He froze when he realized that you were right behind Scott. His face fell slightly before going to speak again. “I didn’t mean-“

“No, you’re good. You’re right,” You brushed it off, smiling halfheartedly in hopes of showing him that he didn’t strike a nerve. “We can’t save Jackson.”

“We can’t seem to kill him either,” He muttered. “I’ve seen a lot of things. I’ve never seen anything like this. God, and every new moon is just gonna make him stronger.”

“Then how do we stop him?” Scott asked.

“I don’t know,” Derek said after a moment. I don’t even know if we can.”

“Yeah, maybe we should just let the Argents handle it,” Scott offered. Your eyes widened at the name. You’d forgotten to tell him that they knew what you were. You’d used your powers on Mrs. Argent in effort to save the men in front of you. Scott had barely taken his eyes off of you since you’d told him what you did. He noticed the look on your face but Derek spoke up before he got the chance to.

“I’m the one who turned him,” Derek blinked. “It’s my fault.”

“Yeah, but you didn’t turn him into this,” You objected.

“Yeah, I mean, this happened because of something in his past, right?” Scott added.

“That’s a legend in a book. It’s not that simple,” Derek explained with frustration.

“What do you mean? What are you not telling me?” Scott questioned.

“Why do you think I’m always keeping something from you?” Derek narrowed his eyes.

“Because you always are keeping something from me!”

“Well, maybe I do it to protect you.”

“Doesn’t being part of your pack mean no more secrets?” Scott asked gently.

“Go home, Scott,” Derek shook his head, looking down at his hands. “Sleep. Heal. Make sure your friends are safe. Because the full moon’s coming. And with the way things are going, I’ve got a feeling it’s gonna be a rough one.

———

You both stood in Scott’s driveway, watching as the familiar black Camera drove off. You heard Scott sigh and looked over at him.

“Would you please stop looking at me like a pet that’s about to be put down?” You rolled your eyes.

“Wha- I was not looking at you like that!”

“Oh yeah?” You chuckled. “Because that’s the exactly how you looked at your hamster in the fourth grade when-“

“Youswore you’d never talk about Fluffy again!” He interrupted, making you laugh. After a moment, your giggles and the conversation came to a lull. You sat in silence before he spoke up again. “I know I should probably go inside but.. I don’t know, dude. It’s like I don’t wanna leave your side just in case something happens.“

“Yeah, I feel the same way,” You looked up at him. “God, I feel this sense of overwhelming anticipation in my chest and it’s killing me. I don’t even know how I’m supposed to sleep knowing what could happen.”

“You wanna stay the night?” Scott asked. “I know it’s been a while but we can watch a shitty movie together until we fall asleep. Just like old times. That way, just in case something does happen, I can be there to make sure no one gets hurt.”

“That sounds like a really good idea actually,” You smiled. He grinned, leading you into his house. You both quickly picked up his room and made his bed, a sleepover ritual you had since you could remember, before climbing into bed and putting on some cheesy old movie.

He almost didn’t realize you’d fallen asleep until you lazily threw your arm and leg on top of him and mumbled some sleepy mumble jumbo about not fitting into a skirt. He smiled and looked down at you resting your head on his chest, taking in the sight of his best friend in such a peaceful state.

Truth be told, he was scared beyond words too. The idea of losing you was unbearable, unfathomable, and simply heart wrenching. But as he held you in his arms, he couldn’t help but to feel as if it was the final silence before the storm, and it made him feel more grievance than he thought was possible. His gut twisted as you subconsciously scrunched your nose. How was he supposed to bid his soulmate farewell? You were supposed to be by his side for the next few decades; enduring the losses of your parents, standing by each other’s side as the other got married, and watching each other grow grey and wrinkled. How was he supposed to know when he was out of line without you there to scold and correct him? How was he supposed to survive the lows of his life without you there to soften the blow? He’d always seen you as part of him. Everything he was; his heart, soul, mind, morals- it was all because of you.

He could feel every plan he had for the future melt the longer he looked down at you sleeping peacefully on his chest. Though he’d witnessed the sight millions of times before, his heart sunk knowing this might be the last memory of you ingrained into his brain.

He didn’t want to lose you. But to see you slip through his fingers as you slowly lost yourself to a black misted and twisted mind was soul-shattering. 

Though Scott had no clue how to endure this potential loss, he was determined to see it to the end. If this was truly the last of you, he’d make sure to soak up every moment because in this world, there was not a single thing he loved and relied on more than you. His best friend. His twin flame. 

It wasn’t until you stirred in your sleep that he noticed his tear-soaked cheeks had leaked onto the top of your head. He held in his shaky breath in hopes of not waking you. He laid his head on top of yours before laying in silence for the next hour, holding you tightly as if it would put off the inevitable.

———

“Why are you so obsessed with this case?” Mr Stilinski questioned his son, sighing when his only response was to flip through the yearbook again. “Hey. Hey! You don’t have to solve this for me.”

“No, I have to do something,” Stiles sighed, making his father’s heart sink. He no longer could stomach telling him to stop his search. He knew it was the only thing to ease the anxious boy’s mind.

“How come you’re doing this alone? Where’s your partner in crime?” Noah smiled.

“Scott’s busy with-“

“I’m not talking about Scott.”

“Oh..” Stiles paused, sitting back in his chair and sighing. “Yeah, uh.. I don’t know where she is. We’re not exactly in speaking terms at the moment.”

“Oh god,” Noah groaned. “What did you do?”

“What didIdo? Why do you always assume I’m the one that did something?” Stiles scoffed dramatically.

“Because 9 times out of 10, son, you are the one who did something,” His father chuckled. It was only when he noticed his son’s distant eyes that he realized this subject held a lot more weight than he anticipated.

“Well, for once, it wasn’t me,” He muttered, lightly biting his lip.

“You wanna talk about it?” Mr. Stilinski asked gently.

“Not really, no,” Stiles shook his head, looking down at the yearbook again. He went to flip the page before his father’s hand caught his own. “Dad, I said I don’t wanna talk-“

“No, stop. Look at the swim team,” Noah’s tone changed dramatically, catching Stiles’ full attention. He looked down to see exactly what he was talking about. Every single victim was on the team.

“Dad, the coach…” He said, pointing at Coach Lahey. “It’s Isaac’s dad.”

———

“You coming?” Your best friend asked, noticing how you hesitated to keep walking after seeing Lydia’s house. “Hey, you feeling alright?”

“What? Oh, yeah. No, I’m fine. It’s just..” Your voice trailed off as you looked to the left to see the familiar 1980 robin’s egg blue Jeep sat in the driveway. 

“Oh,” Scott followed your gaze. “You wanna go home?”

“No, no. You go ahead. I think I just need a moment to myself if that’s cool,” You smiled halfheartedly. He nodded, grabbing your shoulder reassuringly before heading inside. You watched as his silhouette disappeared into the house before letting out the shaky breath you’d been holding.

For the first time in your life, you didn’t want to see him. You dreaded seeing the look he’d give you. Your stomach twisted at the thought of the conversation he’d force you to have; the one you weren’t ready to have, the one that ended in tear-stained cheeks and runny makeup, the one that ended in the end of an era for the two of you. 

For the first time in your life, seeing that Jeep had a new meaning. It was no longer just the vehicle you’d shared countless of kisses and flirtatious encounters in. The one that would bring an overwhleming excitement when you heard pull into your driveway, knowing that i meant you’d bein his arms within moments of it grinding to halt.

Now it felt more like the a shell of what used to be. The future you could’ve had if you’d tried things at a different time in your life.

You blinked away your tears, knowing you were jumping to conclusions and making yourself suffer a loss that had yet to happen. You’d looked around at the empty driveway. Just as you began to winder where everyone was, you heard a pair of heavy footsteps behind you, one that held too much weight to belong to a teenager. You froze, turning around to be met by a pair of piercing blue eyes.

“Hello, Y/N,” Mr. Argent spoke up, making you jump back. “It seems you have something I’m in need of.”

Your eyes widened before you turned to run, only to be met by one of his brutes. Within seconds, you found your arms behind your back and mouth covered by a sweaty hand.

———

“Have you seen Jackson anywhere?” Stiles asked his best friend.

“No, seen Allison?” Scott shook his head.

“No, but we should probably tell her what we found.”

“We should probably get Y/N in the loop too,” Scott paused before looking around. “Speaking of which, I haven’t seen her in a while either. You know where she is?”

“What do you mean? I thought she was with you!” Stiles’ voice hitched, looking around to corner to see that you were nowhere to be seen, not even at the pool. “Dude! You had one job!”

“Wha- This isn’t my fault! Maybe if you weren’t ignoring her in her time of need, she’d be right besides you as usual!” Scott spat, seeing his best friend’s face fall. “Shit, dude. I’m sorry. That’s the full moon talking. I don’t wanna get in the middle of anything.”

“No, you’re good. You’re right. I should probably go look for her to make sure she’s okay,” Stiles mumbled before leading Scott toward the backyard. 

“Wait, catch me up on what you found because I’m still not entirely sure what to tell Allison,” Scott blinked, earning an eye roll.

“I figured out it has something to do with water,” Stiles began. “You know, the fact that all the victims were on the swim team. The way the Kanima reacted around the pool.”

“So whoever’s controlling the Kanima really hates the swim team?”

“Hated the swim team,” Stiles corrected, keeping his eyes peeled to see if he could catch a glimpse of you. “Specifically the 2006 swim team. So it could be another teacher. Maybe like a student back then. I mean, who are we missing? What haven’t we thought of?”

“Uh, Jackson’s not here,” Allison smiled awkwardly as she walked up to the boys. 

“Have you seen Y/N?” They asked in unison.

“I thought she was with you?” Allison blinked. 

“Maybe she left. This party’s kind of a drag,” Scott said.

“Maybe it’s just early. She could be waiting for more people to show up before she walks in,” Allison offered, awkwardly looking over at Stiles. He rolled his eyes, hating that she knew about your lovers’ quarrel.

“Yeah, well, I don’t think anyone else is coming because Lydia’s turned into the town wackjob,” He pursed his lips.

“We have to do something because we’ve completely ignored her for the past two weeks,” Allison sighed, looking over at the birthday girl who stood alone with a tray of drinks. “She deserves to get back to normal. She wouldn’t be the town wackjob if it wasn’t for us.”

“You two go look for Y/N. I’ll use my co-captain status to get the lacrosse team here,” Scott nodded. “That should get the party started.”

“Will do.”

“On it.”

———

“Miss Y/L/N,” Gerald chuckled as he entered the basement. You narrowed your eyes, unable to do much else with your hands bound behind you and a piece of tape covering your mouth. “We meet again.”

“We don’t want to hurt you,” Chris spoke up, stepping out from behind you to gently take off the tape from your mouth. 

“That’s a little hard to believe,” You spat, looking up at the men hovering above you. “What do you really want?”

“Did you know that your ancestors are known for being the most dangerous and wanted of supernatural beings, Miss Y/L/N?” Gerard smiled. “Or should I say Miss Delvoux.”

“You’re wildly mistaken,” You scoffed. “I might come from the bloodline but I don’t have any powers.”

“A little birdy told us otherwise,” He laughed. “To answer your question, we want the cure.”

The cure. You remembered that your blood provided the cure to lycanthropy. If a supernatural being was able to drain every drop of your body without being killed by the toxins, they were found to be, by all accounts, human. 

“So you don’t want to hurt me, you want to kill me,” You clarified. “Why?”

“One of our own got bit-“

“I don’t think it’s appropriate to tell her what’s going on,” Chris interrupted. “We don’t even know if she’s a Delvoux or not.”

“Your wife swears she saw her use magic, Chris. This young lady will be dead by the end of the night. Don’t you think she deserves to know that cause for which she is dying for?” The old man asked. His son stayed silent, looking at you with guilt. Gerard was taunting you. He wanted to watch you squirm with fear. You refused to give him the satisfaction, holding your head up high and looking him in the eye. “A certain Alpha bit Allison’s mother on the night you saved Scott. We need to cure her, seeing as she is, in a way, the leader of our own pack. Don’t worry, sweetheart. You’re dying for a good cause. You’re saving your friend’s mother.”

“And you’re killing an innocent girl for nothing. I’m not a witch,” You spoke with confidence, disgust dripping from every word. “It won’t work.”

“Well, then you have nothing to worry about,” Gerard smiled before nodding to the men behind you. You felt one of them grab your left arm. Within seconds, they were wrapping a tourniquet around your upper arm before inserting a needle into a vein and drawing out a vial of blood.

You watched as they did they mixed it with another’s blood. You knew that if that blood had even a trace of Mountain Ash, it would curdle the blood of a werewolf and smoke with black mist. Though you confidently denied it before, there was a big part of you that was anticipating seeing the cloud of smoke rise from the small container. You watched intently, waiting to see your fate.

The men surrounding the vial noticed your gaze and stepped in front of the table to prevent your view. You shifted your focus onto Chris, who watched with concern as they mixed the blood together. After a few moments, you noticed his face fall before he looked over at his father and shook his head.

“It seems as though you were right,” Gerard spoke up, miserably trying to hide his shock. “You are not a witch.”

“Listen closely,” Chris stepped forward, leaning your chair backwards as an attempt to intimidate you. Though you didn’t show it, it worked. “You are to keep tonight’s events to yourself. In case you’ve forgotten, I am the only thing standing in the way of my father killing your best friend. Or boyfriend, was it? If you so much as a hint to anyone about what happened or what you heard- or worse, if you tell Allison about any of this.. I will kill him myself. And I will make sure you are there to witness his death. Am I clear?”

“Crystal,” You hissed.

“Untie her,” He ordered. “Take her back to the party. And keep an eye out to make sure she keeps her mouth shut.”

———

“You gonna apologize to Allison or what?” Stiles questioned as he continued to sip on the punch. Scott looked up with annoyance

“You’re telling me to apologize my girlfriend?” He scoffed. 

“No, no! Hey, you don’t get to use that. Our situation is different. We actually have a reason for the tension.”

“It’ll be a reason for a breakup if you don’t act quick,” Scoff shrugged, taking another swig.

“Did.. Did she say that?” Stiles hesitated.

“No but I know her. And so do you. So if you don’t want to breakup, man up and talk to her.“

“I could say the same to you,” Stiles huffed.

“Why do you care so much about what happens with my relationship anyway?”

“Because, Scott, something’s gotta go right here. I mean, we’re getting out asses royally kicked, if you haven’t noticed,” Stiles explained. “People are dying. I got my dad fired. You’re gonna be held back in school. I finally scored the girl of my dreams, and now I might lose her because I’m the asshole who pulled away from her, in her time of need, because, ironically, I don’t know how to deal with loss. Or because she might literally go crazy. And if on top of all of that, I gotta watch you lose Allison to a stalker like Matt, I’m gonna stab myself in the face.”

“Don’t stab yourself in the face,” Scott stood up, looking towards the back doors.

“Why? Is she here?” Stiles asked.

“No. Jackson’s here,” Scott muttered.

———

“Remember what I told you,” Chris warned before unlocking the doors. You clenched your jaw and nodded before opening the door and jumping out of his SUV. You barely got the chance to close the door before the vehicle drove off, leaving you alone with a couple of their workers.

"We were assigned to look after you,” One of them spoke.

“You mean you’re not here to have fun at a teenage party?” You asked sarcastically before turning on your heels and heading inside.

You took a deep breath as you walked, trying to clear your mind of everything that happened. You couldn’t afford to show something had happened, knowing Scott would ask and catch on to the lie. His life might depend on your behavior.

You opened the door to be greeted by a lively party. As you made your way through the crowd of drunk teens and touchy couples, you caught a glimpse of Allison. You made your way over to see that she was pale in the face, sweating and heaving as she looked around.

“Are you okay-“

“Oh my god!” She gasped, making you jump. “Oh, Y/N. It’s you. The, uh, boys were looking for you- would you excuse me?”

She was gone before you got the chance to respond. Part of you wanted to go after her but she quickly disappeared into the crowd, leaving you no choice but to look for Scott. 

You continued to push your way through the house, seeing several people acting odd. You furrowed your brows and walked through the hoard of people, finally breaking through the back doors. You looked around for a moment to see if you could catch sight of your best friend before your eyes landed on your boyfriend. As you made your way to him and got a closer look, you noticed that he stood completely entranced by something behind you. You turned to see nothing out of the ordinary before looking back at his teary eyes.

“Sti, you alright?” You spoke gently, afraid you might startle him. Nothing. He was remained completely entranced by whatever he was looking at. You turned again to see nothing that you didn’t see before. You placed a soft hand on his shoulder to get his attention. “Stiles?”

He gasped, flinching out of your touch. You noticed he looked just as spooked as Allison; same pale face, same sweaty hands, the same look of utter terror. He looked over at you and flinched again, harder this time, stepping away from you.

“Woah,woah! It’s me! What’s going on?” You held your hands up to show you came in peace.

“Oh, thank god,” He breathed before pulling you into an embrace. You innately melted into his arms, rubbing his back in effort to slow his breathing. 

“Hey, you’re okay. You’re alright. I got you,” You whispered holding him tightly as his shaky breathing began to slow. You closed your eyes, breathing him in and memorizing what it felt like to be held by him, fearing this might be the last time he ran to you for comfort. “What just happened?”

You, he wanted to say. You happened.

“I, uh.. I think I was hallucinating,” He muttered, causing you to pull away enough to look him in the eye but staying in his embrace.

“Hallucinating? What’d you see?” You questioned, not oblivious to the way he glanced over at you. You sometimes wished you didn’t know him so well, craving the sweet ignorance of not knowing he hallucinated you. And judging by the way he flinched when he came to, it had to do with the situation that caused the very silence you sat in at that moment. You couldn’t help but show the hurt in your eyes so stepped back. “Oh.. I see.”

He swore he saw you walk into the party, eyes black with the all-too-familiar mist surrounding your hands. He saw it perfectly; you used your powers to kill everyone in sight until he was the only one left, smiling as you slowly made your way towards him. You wrapped your hands around his neck and said ‘Oh, I’m going to enjoy killing you. I’d be doing the world a favor, really. You’re the reason your father lost his job.. and his wife. You’re the reason I became this monster. The world is better off without you and so am I.’ before blasting him against the column he leaned on now.

“I don’t wanna talk about it,” He shook his head. He knew it was the last thing you needed to hear, especially after his radio silence. He rubbed at his face, noticing it felt numb, and cursing himself for downing those drinks so quickly. Had he known you’d actually speak to him, he would’ve stayed sober. “Where have you been? Are you okay?”

“Areyou? You look awful,” You dodged the question. While you appreciated his concern, the lack of communication on both ends felt like it was killing you slowly.

“Yes, thank you for that,” He rolled his eyes.

“Oh please, you’ve never looked unattractive in your life. You know what I mean. Why is everyone freaking out? Everyone is paranoid and sweaty. What’s going on? Wait- where’s Scott?”

“I have no clue. He was just with me,” Stiles looked around. He stumbled a little as the alcohol truly began to take effect. “Is it me or is everything spinning?”

“Here, just sit next to the pool,” You said, guiding him towards the nearest column.

“Good idea because I think I’m gonna be sick. Oh god, I think I drank a little too much,” His words began to slur as he slowly sunk down the column until he was sitting on the floor. You kneeled down beside him, looking at him in concern as he leaned his head back and closed his eyes.

“Fuck, I hate leaving you like this but I need to get you some water,” You muttered, looking around to see if you could find Scott in the crowd. “You’re okay on your own, right?”

“Yeah, but-“

“Okay, I’ll be right back,” You interrupted, subconsciously pressing a kiss on his hairline out of habit before you were on your feet again. You were gone before he could argue.

You looked around the house for your best friend but couldn’t seem to find him anywhere in the midst of the chaos. Everyone with a cup of punch seemed to be losing their minds; talking to no one, screaming, hiding, kissing the air- they were lost in their own realities. You pushed against the crowd, dodging stray punches and feeling your ears ring from the shrieks.

“Oh, my bad,” You heard someone say as they humbled against your shoulder. “Wait- Y/N?”

“Scott! I was looking for you!” Your eyes widened in surprise before taking in the same sight you’d seen a many times in the past few minutes; the same glistening, pale skin decorated his features. “No way, you too?”

“Wh-..” He furrowed his brow before tilting your head. “Did you hallucinate too?”

“No but everyone who drank the punch seems to be,” You said, looking around to see people screaming or talking to nothing. “Grab a bottle of water, one that hasn’t been opened, and meet me next to the pool. Stiles is really drunk and we need him to figure this out-”

“Wait, where have you been this whole time?” Scott questioned.

“I-..” Your voice trailed off, not exactly knowing what to say without him catching on to the fact that you were lying. “Can we talk about this after we sober Stiles up?”

He nodded reluctantly before he watched you walk away. He knew something was off with you but decided against asking again and opted to simply do as told.

“Shit,” You breathed as you watched your boyfriend puke on some innocent bystander’s shoes. You quickly stepped up and apologized to him, earning a dirty glare before you crouched down next to your boyfriend. “Sti, we need to sober you up. Something’s going on. You listening?”

You gently grabbed his face between your hands before he groaned and swatted away your hands.

“Don’t touch my face. I have a girlfriend,” He frowned, keeping his eyes closed.

“Iam your girlfriend,” You chuckled.

“Oh my god, Y/N! I’ve been looking for you!” He slurred as his eyes lit up, grabbing your face in his hands and squishing your face. He giggled. “Your mouth made a funny noise when I squeezed it.”

“You were looking for me? I thought I told you to stay put,” You smiled, pulling your face out of his tight grip. He closed his eyes and leaned against the column behind him again.

“Mm, I didn’t get up. I just looked for you with my eyes because I was worried,” He shrugged before looking at you again. “You know, I probably wouldn’t even be talking to you if I wasn’t drunk right now.”

“Yeah, I know,” You sighed before you caught a whiff of the alcohol on his breath. “Jesus, how much did you have?”

“I don’t know. A lot. Ooh! Another drink!” He smiled, grabbing a nearby glass of punch and bringing it up to his lips. You scoffed, grabbing the drink in his hand and tossing it in the pool. “Hey!”

“I’m trying to help you sober up,” You hated seeing him like this.

“You wanna help me? Leave me alone. I’m grieving,” He slurred. You rolled your eyes again. “Don’t roll your eyes. You know exactly why I’m drinking.”

“I swear to god, Stiles, if you say I’m the reason-“

“Not you!” He corrected before looking down at his hands. “No, never you. Losingyou.”

Your heart sunk at his drunken words, not knowing exactly how to respond to the sad boy before you.

“… You haven’t lost me yet,” You said after a moment.

“Yet,” He muttered. “I hate that word.”

“I didn’t mean it like that it’s just.. Look, I really can’t have this conversation with you. Not right now. Not after the night I’ve had and certainly not when you’re drunk,” You pursed your lips, trying to hold back tears. His brows furrowed as you stood up. “Scott’s on his way with a bottle of water.”

“The night you’ve had?” He asked as you began to walk away. “Wait, Y/N, what happened?”

“Where are you going?” Scott asked as you bumped into him, noticing the tears on your cheeks. “Are you okay?”

“Oh, I’m fucking fantastic!” You laughed through a sob, wiping at your tears and looking back at your drunk boyfriend. “Can you please sober him up? I need recollect myself in the bathroom.”

“Yeah,” He nodded with a worried look. “Give me a call if you need anything, okay?”

You nodded before rushing inside. He looked over at Stiles before marching over to him. “Scott, is Y/N-”

Before he got the chance to finish his sentence, he felt his head get submerged into the pool beside him before Scott pulled him back out. “Dude, what the fuck did you do that for?!”

“Mostly to sober you up,” Scott explained.

“Like I might revisit my policy on not hitting a werewolf,” Stiles grumbled, wiping off his face. “Hang on, what do you mean mostly to sober me up?”

“Partly for making Y/N cry. When I said you need to either talk or breakup, I didn’t mean tonight, asshole.”

“We didn’t-… Wait, she’s crying?” He paused, looking up at his best friend with wide eyes. Scott hesitantly nodded before Stiles shot to his feet. “Fuck. I need to talk to her.”

“No, you need to give her some space, dude,” Scott grabbed his shoulders to regain his attention. “She’ll come find us when she’s ready. Let’s find out what’s going on first, alright?”

“Yeah, okay,” Stiles agreed, eyes still locked on you as you walked back into the house.

——

“Hey, you good?” Scott asked as he approached you.

“Yeah, stressful night,” You sighed.

“I can’t find her,” Stiles said as he walked up to you and Scott.

“Who?” You asked.

“Allison. She was here and then she wasn’t,” Scott furrowed his brows, catching the way your face fell. She must’ve found out about her mother. “Wait, do you know something we don’t?”

“No,” You shook your head. Both of the boys in front of you tilted their heads as if to say Oh, please. Did you actually expect us to believe that? “Also, it’s the drinks. I just took a peek into the punch and found this.”

“Wolfsbane..” Stiles muttered, taking the purple flower out of your hand. “But why-”

“I CAN’T SWIM!” Someone screamed, earning everyone’s attention. “NO NO NO NO! STOP! I CAN’T SWIM! I CAN’T SW-”

The three of you watched as a group of lacrosse players threw Matt into the pool. He gurgled and screaming, failing to keep his head above water for more than a second at a time before Jackson ran up to the pool and pulled him out. The two stood in front of the pool, looking back at your pack.

“No fucking way..” You muttered under your breath.

“WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT?!” Matt shouted shortly before marching off. Stiles subconsciously grabbed your waist, pulling you closer as the duo walked past you.

“COPS ARE HERE!” Someone shouted, causing the party to erupt into chaos. “RUN!”

Before you knew it, the crowd managed to separate you from the rest of the pack as they all but carried you out to the front yard. You caught glimpse of the police lights that approached as people ran past you to their vehicles. You looked around, trying to see if you could find Scott, Allison, or anyone.

“Y/N,” Stiles breathed, grabbing your arm. “What are you doing? We need to go.”

“What do you mean? You’re drunk, you can’t drive,” You furrowed your brows.

“I’mfine. Come on,” He argued. “Scott will meet us at the Jeep.”

You followed him to the Jeep, stopping as he opened the door for you. You smiled and looked up at him. “Give me the keys.”

“Oh, come on! Scott dunked my head into the pool. I’m completely sober,” He deadpanned. You put your hand out, waiting for him to give you the keys. “Oh my god, fine. Here. She grinds-”

“In second, I know,” You smiled as he plopped the keys into your hands. He shot you a small smile back, walking over with you to open the driver’s door for you before jogging back to the passenger’s side of the car. He hopped in, fumbling with the radio because he couldn’t stand the awkward silence. You looked at him, not being able to hold in your curiosity any longer. “Where are we, Sti?”

“Lydia’s house,” He responded matter-of-factly.

“You know what I mean,” You rolled your eyes. He paused before leaning back into his seat and sighing.

“I don’t know,” He admitted, finally looking over at you. “I’m not even mad at you anymore. I probably would’ve done the same it’s just… I don’t know.”

Except he did know. He didn’t know how to lose you. He’d rather do it on his own terms, but even then, he’d still be forced to watch the girl he loved more than anything go through the same thing his mother did. He’d have to watch the love and adoration slowly fade from your eyes when you looked at him. He’d have to witness your beautiful mind slowly eat itself until there was nothing but black rot in your skull. Truth be told, he didn’t know how to handle this situation. He knew you needed him. He wanted more than anything to be that person for you. But part of him felt that you’d be better off nursing one broken heart instead of two. He truly thought he’d only burden you with another person to constantly reassure or calm down. You had enough to deal with. The last thing you needed was a boyfriend who would only look at you in fear and sadness.

“Where do you wanna be?” You worked up the courage to ask. He stayed silent for a moment.

“I don’t know that yet either.”

You nodded slowly, taking in his words as Scott climbed into the Jeep. The ride back to your and Scott’s neighborhood was filled only with Scott’s voice explaining everything he saw after the party, as well as his theories. Luckily, it was a short drive. You hopped out of the Jeep as soon as you put it into park.

“Y/N, can we just talk this through?” Stiles asked as he jogged up next to you. “Look, I don’t know what would be best. Honestly, I don’t know what would help you more. So talk to me. Tell me what to do or what to think because-”

“Not tonight, Stiles,” You looked up at him, giving him a halfhearted smile. “I know this conversation needs to be had. But you and I both know that if we have it, there’s a very real possibility that it might mean we’re done. And I just don’t know if I can handle that tonight, okay? Who knows, though? Maybe I’ll go crazy tonight and it’ll take breaking up with me off of your hands.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Stiles scoffed, not quite believing what just came out of your mouth. “Take it off of my hands? Y/N, you know that’s the last thing I wanna do, right?”

“No, actually I don’t. And I’m not too sure if you know it either,” You shrugged. “You’ve been leaving me in radio silence because I went against your fucking orders to save our best friend. And instead of stepping up to the plate, you decided to ignore me when I needed you the most!”

“Myorders?! I left you in radio silence because I was trying to cope with the fact that I might lose you!” He shouted. “Not because I want to break up. I fucking love you, you idiot! I wanna work this out!”

“Then stop ignoring me and fucking act like it!” You cried. You both stood in silence, looking at one another with an angry passion, breathing heavily from your heated exchange. He stepped forward, grabbed your waist and pulled your body against his.

“You want me to act like it?” He spoke in a low, raspy voice. “Fine. I’ll fucking act like it.”

Before you knew it, his lips were on yours as you struggled to open your front door with your keys. His cold hands touched your warm back as you burst through your living room; Stiles kicked the door closed with his foot without parting from you. After taking only a moment’s break to climb upstairs, his lips were back on your own as you toyed with the hem of his shirt.

He got the hint, discarding it before you turned around, moving your hair out of the way and saying, “Unzip me.”

He did as told, taking his time and watching you squirm impatiently. Once the dress dropped to your feet, you pulled him to you by his belt loops before wrapping your arms around his neck and guiding him to your bed. He pushed you onto the bed, rolling his hips into yours as he went down with you.

“Are you.. sure?” He asked between kisses.

“Mhm,” You hummed before he pulled away and looked into your eyes.

“Use your words,” He ordered, looking at your lips.

“I want you to fuck me,” You said, looking at his own swollen lips. “Please.”

“Well, when you say it like that,” He smirked as he leaned down to kiss you again, leaving sloppy kissed down your chin and on your neck.

Well, you thought, this is one way of solving an argument.

Chapter 9 ->

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Chapter 7

S2 Episode Seven &Eight

SUMMARY: Y/N recalls the moments leading up to, arguably, the worst moment of her life. The pack tries to save Jackson. But at what cost?

WORD COUNT: 7343 :)

TW: none

A/N: Since A.) I skipped last week and B.) episode 7 was fairly uneventful for the pack, I decided to combine these episodes into one chapter

Episode 7

The past 48 hours were a blur for you. It seemed like it all happened too quickly to fully comprehend how it got to this; Scott lying lifeless on the table in front of you as Doc worked diligently on saving his life, your boyfriend refusing to do much as speak to you, and your secret exposed. All you needed was to hear Stiles’ voice, feel his embrace, but after the night you’d had, you’re doubtful you’ll ever feel it again.

You looked down at your phone; still no response. How did it all come to this?

“If Jackson doesn’t know what he’s doing, then he probably doesn’t know that someone is controlling him,” You sighed, looking over at Allison as you spoke into the phone.

“Or he doesn’t remember,” Scott’s voice chimed in.

“What if it’s the same kind of thing that happened with Lydia when she took off from the hospital?” Your boyfriend asked.

“A fugue state?” Allison furrowed her brows, stepping closer to you.

“He’d have to forget everything,” Scott looked at his best friend. “The murder…”

“Getting rid of the blood,” Allison muttered.

“But he had help with one thing though, the video,” Stiles continued.

“Maybe someone else helped him forget that,” You swallowed. “Whoever’s controlling him.”

“Are you sure Jackson has no clue about any of this?” Allison questioned.

“He still thinks he’s becoming a werewolf and that being with Lydia somehow delayed the whole thing.”

“So do we try to convince him he’s not?” You asked them.

“If it helps us find out who’s controlling him, then yeah.”

“.. Do you think he’ll talk to us after what we did?” Allison sighed.

“Yeah, it’s us. He’ll talk to us,” Stiles asked.

“Sti, I’d be surprised if he doesn’t press charges or gets a restraining order against you guys,” You bit your lip, looking back up at Allison who nodded back at you.

“He wouldn’t do that… Right?”

———

“I can’t believe he got a fucking restraining order!” Stiles shouted as he slammed his Jeep door. You pursed your lips and stopped in your tracks as you watched him walk up to you. “Was that another one of your voodoo, future predicting intuition things? How’d you even know he was gonna do that?”

“Because he’s a privileged white boy with an attorney for a father. Didn’t take much for me to put two and two together,” You deadpanned.

“You know, your sarcasm hurts when it’s directed at me!” He rolled his eyes, walking past you.

“My mom said the exact same thing to me on the way to school today!” You giggled, reaching for his arm. He turned around, biting back a smile. “Aww, Sti! I’m sorryyy. I’m sorry about my sarcasm. I take it back! And.. I’m sorry you guys had to take the fall for this. I wish you would’ve let me go to the Sheriff’s department with you so that I could’ve-“

“So that you could’ve what? Ruined your chances at getting into Yale? Right. Like I’m gonna let that happen,” He sarcastically tilted his head before realizing you were genuinely distraught about it. “Hey, it’s cool. Okay? I don’t regret it one bit. I’d do it again in a heartbeat. Plus now you and Allison can go talk to him.”

“I just feel bad-“

“Kinda sounds like a you problem,” He shrugged, making you laugh.

“Asshole,” You playfully shoved him. “I’m serious!”

“So am I! There’s nothing we can do about it now, and there’s nothing that I would do to change it. So come on, we need to meet Allison at the library! She’s got to show us what you translated for her on her tablet!” He laughed, brushing off the topic as he wrapped your arm around you, guiding you towards the school.

———

“This is everything Y/N could translate. I ran it past Lydia too, who surprisingly knows Archaic Latin. In hindsight, we could’ve just asked her last week and it would’ve saved us a lot of time. She said everything was correct but she was so confused as to why I was having her translate it,” Allison laughed.

“What’d you tell her?” You smiled.

“That I’m a part of a gaming community that battles mythical creatures,” She giggled.

“Iam part of an online gaming community that battles mythical creatures,” Stiles muttered innocently, making your heart melt at the way he looked around as if to say ‘Wait, is there something wrong with that?’.

“You’re so cute,” You smiled sincerely, kissing his shoulder and making him blush slightly. He chuckled and took your hand in his as the couple continued on with the conversation.

“Okay, does it say how to find out who’s controlling him?” Scott asked.

“Not really. But Stiles was right about the murderers,” You began.

“Yes!” Stiles threw his fist in the air, earning all of your glares.

“It calls the Kanima a weapon of vengeance,” Allison continued. “There’s a story in there about this South American priest who uses the Kanima to execute murderers in his village.”

“Alright, see? So maybe it’s not all that bad!” Stiles looked at you.

“Until the bond grew strong enough that it killed whoever he wanted it to,” You finished.

“All bad, all very, very bad,” He pursed his lips.

“Here’s the thing though,” Allison said. “The Kanima’s actually supposed to be a werewolf. But it can’t be..”

She cleared her throat as someone walked up behind her to put a book away.

“It can’t be a werewolf until it resolves that in its past which manifested it,” You finished off her thought.

“Okay, if that means that Jackson could use a few thousand hours of therapy, I could’ve told you that myself,” Stiles muttered.

“What if it has something to do with his parents? Like his real parents,” Allison whispered.

“Yeah, does anybody actually know what happened to them?” Scott asked.

“Lydia might,” Stiles replied.

“Maybe you and I can talk to her to see if we can get anything out of her,” You offered. Stiles nodded.

“What if she doesn’t know anything?” Scott asked.

“Well, he doesn’t have a restraining order against me so I’ll talk to him myself,” Allison shrugged.

“Okay, what do I do?” Scott paused.

“You have a make-up exam, remember?” She raised a brow. He scoffed and turned to the two of you, only to see that you both agreed with her. “Promise me.”

“If he does anything, you run the other way.”

“I can take care of myself.”

“Allison, if you get hurt while I’m busy with some stupid test, someone’s going to need to take care of me. If he does anything-“

“Like?” She asked.

“Anything weird or bizarre… anything-“

“Anything evil!” Stiles placed his head through the empty space in the bookshelf only to receive a palm in the face that launched him back into you. You opened your mouth to make a smart remark before he interrupted you. “Don’t. Let’s go find Lydia.”

———

“I’m not supposed to tell anyone,” Lydia walked past the two of you before you both followed behind her like lost puppies.

“Come on! Anyone who ever says ‘I’m not supposed to tell anyone’ is always dying to tell someone! So tell us!” Stiles pleaded.

“Is he always like this?” She asked you.

“Yeah, pretty much,” You nodded. “So about Jackson’s parents-“

“Why do you wanna know?” Lydia tilted her head, still making a beeline towards her locker.

“We can’t tell you that!” Stiles chimed in.

“Then I’m not telling you!” She scoffed.

“But you are telling me that you could tell me something if you wanted to tell me?” Your boyfriend asked.

“Was that a question?”

“It felt like a question..”

“Well, tell me if this feels like an answer,” She paused. “No.”

“Let me take care of this,” You kissed his cheek before chasing after her. “Lydia!”

“Wait- But- Hold on! Y/N! .. And now I’m standing by myself. Great. I love this plan,” Stiles grumbled as you disappeared into the crowd of students. A pair of hands caught his attention, but before he got the chance to see who it was, he felt his body slam into the wall beside him. “Ah-Ow.. Hey, Erica.”

“Why are you asking Lydia about Jackson’s real parents?” She demanded, pressing her claws against his chest.

“Why are you bringing out the claws on camera?” Stiles rolled his eyes, pointing behind her. She turned around before retracting her claws and pulling her arm away. He scoffed, speaking before he walked away. “That’s right. You wanna play Catwoman? I’ll be your Batman.”

“If you’re wondering about Jackson’s real parents, they’re about half a mile from here. In Beacon Hills Cemetery.”

———

“I would’ve totally told you had you not brought Stiles into it. Now I feel out of the loop and I want in,” Lydia shrugged as she closed her locker.

“You know I can’t do that-“

“Then I can’t tell you,” She smiled before turning on her heels and walking towards her next class. You were close behind before you felt a familiar sensation fall from your chest to your stomach.

Scott.

You stopped in your tracks and turned around before walking quickly through the hallways, following the magnetic pull towards the locker room. You could hear growling accompanied with things slamming from down the hallway. Just as you were around to turn the corner, you heard a familiar voice that made you pause.

“I used to have the worst crush in the world on you,” Erica’s voice echoed through the empty hallway. “Yeah, you, Stiles.”

Your brows furrowed and finally stepped out of the corner to catch your boyfriend’s gaze.

“And you never once even noticed. Exactly how you’re not noticing me right now.”

“Y-Y/N, I-“

“Scott’s in trouble,” You interrupted him, reaching for the door.

“Aww, sounds like she’s jealous,” Erica sneered.

“Ofyou? Please, Erica. I’m in the middle of something, right now is not the time for jokes,” You chuckled and opened the door, making her lips part.

You looked back into the locker room just in time to see Jackson throw Scott into a sink, wincing at the sound of his skull breaking the porcelain. Your blood boiled as Jackson continued to land blows into your best friend’s stomach and face. You clenched your jaw, stepping forward to allow whatever magic, that would help Scott, take over before Stiles pulled you back by your belt loops.

“Woah, woah, woah,” He held your back to his chest, preventing you back from walking in.

“What are you-“

“Hey, hey, listen to me. Your hands are doing the thing, okay?” He whispered into your ear from behind you, practically pressing his lips to your ear. “There’s a crowd gathering around us. Take a deep breath, put your hands in your pockets, and walk away. I got this.”

“Stiles, I-“

“Y/N. Please,” He spun you around so you could see the urgency in his eyes. He motioned to the camera behind him, reminding you of who installed them. “Go.”

“… Okay, I’m gone,” You nodded, walking away. You fought the feeling that begged you to stay, the one that demanded to be felt and acted upon. Despite the rising chaos behind you, you kept your eyes low and followed Stiles’ commands.

———

“I still say we just kill him,” You grumbled after hearing all about your boyfriend’s eventful evening.

“Scott said the same thing,” Stiles voice echoed through your room on speakerphone, hearing his keys jingle as he opened his front door. “Oh and Erica’s gonna be fine by the way.”

“Fuck, really? I say we kill her too,” You smirked as you brushed through your locks, getting ready for bed.

“Wait, are you mad about earlier?” Your boyfriend asked, pausing before walking into his room.

“No. Not at you at least,” You said the last part under your breath, making him laugh.

“Okay good,” He smiled. “Why do I feel like Erica and Isaac are trying to split us up?”

“I wouldn’t put it past them,” You yawned, crawling under your sheets.

“Are you sure I can’t sneak in tonight? I hate sleeping without you,” He whined.

“Unfortunately yes, I’m sure. My mom’s off tonight, and I don’t think we should risk it. She already heard all about the restraining order from Melissa. I think we need to let some time pass before she finds you in my room again. Which blows because I hate sleeping without you too,” You sighed as you got into bed.

“Stay on the phone until we fall asleep?” He yawned, making you giggle.

“Again?” You smirked

“Yes,again!” He snapped playfully. “Come on!”

“Okay, fine!” You smiled, placing your phone to charge. “Goodnight.”

“Wait! I still haven’t told you about what else happened!”

———

Episode 8:

“About damn time. I’ve been waiting here for half an hour,” You stood up as Scott entered the vet clinic. “Why did you want me here anyway?”

“As backup,” He said, looking into the parking lot. “Did you talk to Deaton about your powers?”

“Yeah, I talked to him a while back. He said he only knows of the Delvoux family but nothing about how to control magic. Told me to talk to my dad’s mom but I have no clue how to contact her since-… hold on. Backup for what?” Your voice trailed off as Derek and Isaac opened the door. “What are they doing here?”

“Y/N, please. I got this,” Scott dismissed before turning around to face half of the alpha’s pack. “What’s Isaac doing here?”

“Asshole,” You scoffed and shoved Scott’s shoulder.

“I need him here,” Derek walked past you.

“I don’t trust him,” Scott replied.

“Yeah, well, he doesn’t trust you either,” Isaac bit back before smiling over at you.

“AndDerek really doesn’t care. Now where’s the vet?” The alpha snapped. “Is he gonna help us or not?

“That depends,” Doc said, leaning against the doorframe. “Your friend, Jackson. Are we planning to kill him or save him?”

“Save him,” Scott responded.

“Kill him,” Derek said before the two looked at one another.

“Save him!” Scott corrected, earning a look of compliance from the alpha.

“Guess we’re saving him,” You sighed.

You all followed Deaton to the surgical room, watching as he shuffled around grabbing what looked like spices before placing them in front of you all.

Isaac reached forward to grab one before your hand pulled his arm back.

“Watch what you touch,” You said.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you sounded worried about me,” He smirked.

“Good thing you know better,” You smiled sarcastically before he placed his elbows on the table and looked up at Doc.

“So, are you some kind of witch too?” He asked the man.

“No. I’m a veterinarian,” Deaton deadpanned, making you chuckle. “Unfortunately, I don’t see anything here that’s gonna be an effective defense against a paralytic toxin.”

“We’re open to suggestions,” Derek spoke softly.

“What about an effective offense?” Isaac demanded.

“No, we already tried,” Derek said before looking back at Doc. “I nearly took its head off. And Argent emptied an entire clip into it. The thing just gets back up.”

“Has it shown any weaknesses?” Deaton questioned.

“Well, one- it can’t swim,” The alpha responded. “And Y/N knocked it down for a while too but-“

“Leave her out of this,” Scott warned, narrowing his eyes. “I already told you she can’t help.”

“Does that no-swimming thing go for Jackson as well?”

“No,” You spoke up. “He’s the captain of the swim team.”

“Essentially, you’re trying to catch two people,” Doc sighed before grabbing a wired coin and holding it up. “A puppet. And a puppeteer. One killed the husband but the other had to take care of the wife. Do we know why?”

“I don’t think Jackson could do it,” Scott offered. “His mother died pregnant too.”

“And she was possibly murdered,” You nodded. “We don’t think he couldn’t let the same thing happen to someone else.”

“How do you know it’s not part of the rules?” Isaac asked. “The Kanima kills murderers. If Jackson kills the wife, then the baby dies too.”

“Does that mean your father a murderer?” You furrowed your brows.

“Wouldn’t surprise me if he was,” His voice trailed off, making your heart sink. For the first time in weeks, you actually felt sympathy for him. No one deserved to go through what he did. You could see the trauma in his eyes as he recalled memories of his father.

“Hold on,” Doc blinked. “The book says they’re bonded, right? What if the fear of water isn’t coming from Jackson, but from the person controlling him? What if.. something that affects the Kanima also affect its master?”

He surrounded the coin with a black powder. Your eyes widened, feeling a familiarity to the substance. Mountain Ash.

“Meaning what?” You heard Isaac ask.

“Meaning we can catch them both,” Scott looked up at Deaton with a glimmer of hope.

———

“There’s gotta be some other way to get tickets, right?” Scott asked as he jumped out of the Jeep, holding his door open for you as you hopped out of the back before closing it behind you.

“It’s a secret show. There’s only one way. And it’s a secret,” Stiles responded as you all began walking towards the school.

“Hey!” Matt called after you all. “Either you guys know why no one’s getting suspended after what happened the other day at school?”

“Just forget about it. Nobody got hurt,” Stiles brushed off.

“I-I had a concussion,” Matt blinked.

“Well, nobody got seriously hurt.”

“I was in the E.R. for six hours!”

“Hey, do you wanna know the truth, Matt? Your little bump on the head is about this high on our list of problems right now,” Stiles held his hand mere inches from the ground before you smiled and pulled him back up. “What?”

“Are you okay?” Scott asked the boy.

“Yeah, I’m fine now,” Matt responded slowly, giving Stiles a look of annoyance. “So you didn’t get any tickets last night either.”

“No. Are they still selling?”

“Uh, no, but I managed to find two online,” Matt responded. “You should keep trying. Sounds like everyone’s gonna be there.”

“I don’t like him,” Stiles narrowed his eyes as the boy walked around. “Hey, Scott, are you sure about this?”

“Last time, whoever’s controlling Jackson had to kill somebody because he didn’t finish the job, so what do you think he’s going to do this time?” Scott shrugged.

“Be there to make sure it happens..” Stiles rolled his eyes before the three of you walked into the school.

———

“Here’s your ticket,” Stiles said, placing it into your hand before you walked back into the clinic.

“How’d you manage to score this?” You furrowed your brows.

“I have my ways,” He smirked.

“Isaac beat up some kid and stole his tickets,” Scott chuckled as he walked past two two of you.

“You got your ways, huh?” You smiled.

“Oh, shut up. We have them now, don’t we?” Stiles rolled his eyes, walking back into the surgical room.

Doc explained to you all that you were to use Ketamine on the Kanima and to insert it intravenously.

“This is some of what you’ll use to create the barrier. This part is for you, Stiles,” Doc placed the black powder container down. “Onlyyou.”

“Uh, that sounds like a lot of pressure,” He mumbled, picking it up. “Can we maybe find a slightly less pressure-filled task for me?”

“Y/N, you should recognize this, considering it’s running through your veins. You feel that pull towards it?” Deaton turned to you as you nodded.

“What is it?” Stiles asked.

“It’s from the Mountain Ash tree, which is believed by many cultures to protect against the supernatural,” Doc responded. “Her family created it. And this office is lined with Ashwood, making it difficult for someone like Scott to cause me any trouble. In its raw state, it also has calming and healing properties for Y/N. Many of your ancestors built their cabins using this wood to enhance their mental health.”

“That explains why my mind is always so quiet when I’m in here…” You muttered, wondering why he is just now telling you this. And what else he knows about your family.

“Okay, so then what? I just spread this around the whole building and then either Jackson or whoever’s controlling him can’t cross it?” Stiles asked.

“They’ll be trapped.”

“Why can’t I do it?” You tilted your head. “I mean, it runs through my veins, right?”

“Exactly. You ancestors made the mistake of using the ash of the tree; it’s what causes the madness that runs in your family. Only the strongest of witches can be around powdered Mountain Ash without feeling the effects.”

“What effects?”

“Madness, dizziness, weakness, anger- it’s different for everyone,” Doc sighed. “Only the chosen witches, the Sorcières Verte, break the barrier without going completely mad or losing their powers. And your chances of being a Sorcières Verte are about one in a million. The only way of finding out is by breaking an ash barrier, so the vast majority of witches steer clear of doing such a thing. It’s advised to do it when you are an elder.”

“What does Sorcières Verte mean?” Scott asked, looking over at you to see your eyes had widened.

“Green sorceress,” You muttered, recalling what Stiles told you the other night; your eyes were glowing green. The magic that you’ve only channeled once and struggled to fully keep under your control. What if you fit under that category?

“Yes. They are the strongest of witches. But their powers are the hardest to control, and they are more likely to go mad if they can’t do it before adulthood,” Deaton nodded.

“Green.. Wait, but Y/N-“ Stiles began, looking over at you.

“Hold that thought, I have a surgery in a few minutes so let me finish telling you how to use it. Think of mountain like gunpowder. It’s just powder until a spark ignites it,” Doc continued. “You need to be that spark, Stiles.”

“If you mean light myself on fire, I don’t think I’m up for that.”

“Let me try a different analogy,” Deaton chuckled. “I used to play golf. I learned that the best golfers never swing before first imagining where they want the ball to go. They see it in their mind, and their mind takes over. It can be pretty extraordinary what the force of your own will can accomplish.”

“Force of will..” Stiles repeated, looking over at you again to see that you’d completely zoned out.

“If this is going to work, Stiles,” Deaton caught the boy’s attention again. “You have to believe it. And no matter what, make sure to time the barrier. Since it’s your first time using this stuff, you’ll have an hour before you can break the barrier. Nothing you do can change that, so make sure you time it perfectly.”

You all cleared the room as the vet tech brought in the next patient. You sat quietly the whole ride back to Scott’s, thinking about what you’d learned.

What if it was just a fluke? What if you’d accidentally channeled green magic without being a sorcières verte? You could try to break the barrier tonight to see. You no longer knew who’s thoughts raced through your mind; your own or the black mist’s.

“I’ll see you guys tonight!” Scott waved as he walked back into his house before Stiles turned to you in the back seat.

“I have to go home for a little while but you wanna hop up front and talk for a sec?” He asked. You looked up at him and nodded before climbing over the seat and plopping down where Scott sat only moments before. “What’s on your mind?”

“You said you saw my eyes glow green,” You said after a moment.

“You’re not actually thinking about breaking the barrier, right?” He deadpanned. You looked down at your lap. “Right?”

“Stiles, what are the fucking odds that my eyes were glowing green?” You finally turned towards him, making him scoff. “What? It would explain why I can’t control my magic. And why my mind is so easily possessed by the magic!”

“Did you go crazy again?” He snapped, not quite believing what you were proposing. “There is a one in a million chance of that being true! In case you missed the math, that’s a 999,999in a million chance of you losing your mind permanently!”

“Stiles, my chances have to be a lot better than that! My eyes were glowing green! Maybe I can just-“

“Do you even realize that you’re not just affecting yourself when you make these decisions?!” He shouted, making you fall silent. “It’s not just your mind that you’re sacrificing; it’s Lydia and Al’s friend, your parents’ daughter, Scott’s best friend— the girl I’ve loved since second grade! I don’t think I can watch another woman I love lose her mind AGAIN!”

His voice cracked as he choked out the last few words, angrily wiping away the tear that escaped. You swallowed a lump in your throat. You felt selfish for putting Stiles through the same experience he had with his mother. You knew he wouldn’t be able to go through it again.

“I-..” You stumbled before sighing. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I guess I didn’t think of it that way. It was selfish of me to even think about it. I won’t do it.”

“Swear on it,” He said sternly. “Under no circumstances will you break that barrier.”

“I swear I won’t break it under any circumstances,” You stuck out your pinky and dipped your head down so he would look at you. “Hey, look at me. You have my word.”

“I’m sorry for raising my voice,” He mumbled as he intertwined his finger around yours, making you smile.

“It’s okay. I think I kind of deserved it that time,” You laughed, making him chuckle. “You alright?”

“Yeah, I’m good,” He smiled, finally taking in the sight of you. He never realized just how much unwarranted resentment he held towards you for the effects your magic had on you.

He never knew what to expect from you anymore. He didn’t know who he was talking to sometimes or who to expect; you or your black misted self. Stiles wanted to be here for you, and he made a vow to himself to see this through- to help you through this. But he just couldn’t put himself through watching you destroy yourself in the name of curiosity or power.

Your warm gaze brought him back to reality. This was his Y/N smiling back at him- the one he loved since he was a kid, the one who held his hand through the roughest patches. A pang of guilt stabbed through him like a dull knife for not wanting to stick through the aftermath of breaking the barrier. Was he wrong for holding you back from knowing what you were capable of? As selfish as it might be, he couldn’t afford to lose you. Not like that.

But why did this moment feel so melancholy? It was almost like seeing you in a memory.

“I should, uh, probably go inside,” You spoke up, pressing the back of his hand to your lips. “I love you. I’ll see you tonight?”

“Yup,” He smiled halfheartedly, making you pause. “Oh, I, uh.. I love you too.”

Your face fell for a split second at his reaction. If he didn’t know you to your core, he wouldn’t have caught it. You were good at hiding your pain from him, but he could always see through it. He knew you’d only let it slide because of the argument.

And part of him wishes he hadn’t caught the way of your brows furrowing in concern and the corners of your mouth dropped. Or the way your eyes showed every emotion brewing restlessly behind them. Before he got the chance to speak, you hid behind a smile, dropping his hand to walk inside.

———

“You okay?” You heard Scott ask as Stiles grabbed the bag of mountain ash out of the back of the Jeep. You hopped over the front seats and climbed out, standing on the passenger’s side of the car.

“Yeah, why?” Stiles responded nonchalantly.

“Just.. didn’t say anything the whole way here,” Scott shrugged before lowering his voice. “Was it about the argument you both had after dropping me off because I don’t think-“

“No, dude. It’s not that. We’re fine. I’m fine,” Stiles brushed off, making you bite your lip nervously. You genuinely couldn’t tell if he was telling the truth. “Come on. Let’s grab the other bag.”

“I can’t, remember? Deaton said you have to do it alone.”

“Okay, this plan is really starting to suck,” Stiles whined as Scott looked past you, stepping closer to the club.

“No.. Not here.. Not now,” He muttered before bolting inside.

“Wha- Scott!” You both called after him.

“What am I supposed to-..” Stiles sighed before looking over at you. “This plan officiallysucks!”

“You wanna talk about it?” You asked. He drew in a big breath and looked up; looking as if he would rather be anywhere else besides in your presence. “Okay, a simple no would’ve sufficed. I’ll just head inside then.”

“I didn’t mean for it to come off like-.. Y/N, this isn’t about you if that’s what you’re thinking! We’re good, okay?” He grabbed your arm before you could fully walk off. “I just don’t think I can talk about what’s on my mind without completely breaking down and I don’t think now is the time for that. Let’s talk after this is all over?”

“.. Okay,” You sighed and nodded before he placed a kiss on your forehead. You pulled away, placing your hand on his cheek and rubbing it with your thumb before turning on your heels and walking into the building.

Something felt off. It wasn’t Stiles himself, but the way you interacted almost felt like the calm before a storm. You squeezed your eyes shut and shook your head as you marched through the door, convincing yourself it wasn’t your mind talking. This was no time to be distracted; you needed your fullfocus.

You followed the music down a dark hallway before revealing a room filled with sweaty teenagers, neon lights, and music that would leave your ears ringing for the rest of the week.

“Hey, follow me,” Isaac grabbed your shoulders and guided you over to a secluded corner. “You have the stuff?”

“You make this sound like a drug deal,” You rolled your eyes, grabbing the vial Doc gave to you out of your backpack and filling the syringe with the liquid.

“You are literally giving me a vial of Ketamine.This kind of is a drug deal,” He smiled. You looked up at him and chuckled before continuing. “You have a nice smile. Too bad you don’t show it to me more often.”

“Too bad you’re not funny enough to see it more often,” You shrugged, making him laugh. You couldn’t help but chuckle at his boyish giggle.

“What was that about not being able to make you smile?” He teased.

“You wanna learn how to use this thing or not?” You rolled your eyes. He nodded, flickering his gaze between your eyes and lips as he watched you speak. “You have to do this intravenously, which means in the vein. When you find him, you pull back in this plunger right here. In the neck is probably going to be the easiest. So you-“

“Find a vein, jam it in there, and pull back on the trigger? Got it,” He smiled before taking it out of your hands. “Why me?”

“We have to make sure that Agrent doesn’t completely ruin the plan,” You explained. “And be careful, okay?”

“Oh, I doubt it’ll even slightly hurt him,” He chuckled.

“No, I mean you,” You corrected, making his gaze snap back up at you. “Uh.. Scott doesn’t want you to get hurt.”

“Scott?” Isaac grinned.

“Yeah.Scott,” You smiled before feeling your phone buzz in your pocket. You broke eye contact to look down to see that Stiles was calling. Isaac sighed as you urgently walked away from him with the phone pressed to your ear, not so much as giving him a proper goodbye before you were out of the room. “What’s wrong? I’m on the way out.”

“Look, I got like 50 feet of ash left, and I’m out. Okay? So could you get out here and try to help me figure something out?” He begged. “Because I don’t know what to do and I’m just standing out here and I’m.. all alone and I’m hearing gunshotsandwerewolves, and I’m-I’m standing here like a frickin’idiot all by myself with a handful of magic fairy dust, and I don’t have enough-“

“Okay, I’m here!” You laughed, standing at the door. “I think I need to keep my distance though because Doc said it might have effects on me if I’m too close.”

“Oh come on! The universe has a personal vendetta against me- I just know it!” Stiles shouted, more at himself than anything. “What do I do?”

“He said you gotta believe!” You called.

“Believe. Okay, yeah! I need to believe,” He nodded, looking at the gap again “Come on, believe, Stiles…”

“Close your eyes and picture it,” You stepped closer. “Just imagine it working, okay?”

“This is stupid. My mind is racing way too fast for me to believe anything besides in the power of medicinal marijuana!” He shook his head. You sighed, debating your next move for a moment before jogging out next to him. “Woah- What are you doing?”

“This,” You smiled, reaching forward and pulling him into a kiss. His free hand found the small of your back and pulled you in closer as your hands trailed along his neck and hairline. You felt him ease into you; his breathing slowed as you softly yet eagerly kissed him. “You need to breathe.Imagine it, okay? You got this. I’m going to step back before I get any effects but I believe in you! Close your eyes and just-“

“Imagine..” He finished as he looked back at the gap. He took a deep breathe before closing his eyes and walking towards the other side. You watched from the door as the remaining gap sealed shut.

“OH MY GOD!” You squealed as he opened his eyes. He looked over at you and laughed before running up to you.

“YES!” He shouted, picking you up in a hug and twirling you around. “WE JUST DID THAT!”

“YOU JUST DID THAT!” You laughed, holding his smiley face in your hands. “I knew you could do it!”

“Oh my god! This was all you! I love you!” He grinned before kissing you.

“Oh, I feel dizzy,” You mumbled as you pulled away.

“Am I that good of a kisser?” He smirked before seeing your pale face.

“Mountain Ash..”

“Right, yeah. The Mountain Ash,” He nodded, jogging you back towards the door. “You feel better over here?”

“Yeah, almost instantly actually,” You furrowed your brows before looking at him again. “We can keep celebrating if you want now.”

“WE FUCKING DID THAT!” He cheered, making you laugh as he spun you around again. “We need to meet up with Isaac and Erica now!”

“Okay, follow me,” You smiled, taking his hand and dragging him down the dark hallway and towards room Scott told you to use. You opened the door to be greeted by Erica’s golden eyes. “Woah, down girl!”

“It’s just us! It’s just us!” Stiles stepped in front of you. “Geez, don’t freak.”

“Is he okay?” You asked as you stepped toward Jackson.

“Well,” Isaac stepped in front of you. “Let’s find out.”

He whipped out his claws and tried to slash through his chest, only for Jackson to catch his arm and bend it at an ungodly angle. You all winced as Isaac stumbled back towards you.

“Okay, no one does anything like that again, okay?” Stiles looked over at you and Erica who nodded back at him.

“I thought the Ketamine was supposed to put him out,” Isaac grunted.

“Yeah, well, apparently this is all we’re gonna get,” Stiles shrugged. “So let’s just hope that whoever’s controlling him just decided to show up tonight..”

“Uh, Stiles?” You muttered as you noticed Jackson’s eyes snap open. The pack all looked at you before you pointed.

“I’m here,” Jackson said in a distorted voice. “I’m right here with you.”

“Something’s wrong,” You whispered to Stiles as your stomach dropped.

“No shit, Sherlock,” He rolled his eyes.

“No, my powers are telling me something’s off. I think Scott’s in trouble,” You looked at the door.

“It could just be the bond you have with us. We’re kind of balls deep in trouble right now too,” Isaac said sincerely. For the first time ever, he didn’t say it as a joke or in a condescending manner; he was serious. Your brows raised, looking over at Stiles.

“I hate to say it, but maybe he’s right,” Stiles grumbled, earning looks of amusement. “Oh, don’t look at me like that. I only agreed because he said ‘us’. Now who’s gonna talk to Jackson?”

Everyone looked around at one another before Stiles scoffed.

“Okay,calm down, guys. One at a time now,” He rolled his eyes before getting in front of the boy in the chair. “Jackson, is that you?”

“Us,” He responded. “We’re all in here.”

You stepped forward, placing a hand on your boyfriend’s shoulder.

“Are you the one killing people?” Stiles asked.

“We’re the ones killing murderers.”

“So then all of the people you killed so far-“

“Deserved it,” Jackson finished.

“So we got a little rule book that says you only go after murderers,” You spoke up.

“Anything can break if enough pressure is applied.”

“Alright so the people you’re killing are all murderers then?” Stiles interrogated.

“All,” Jackson spoke. “Each. Every one.”

“Well who did they murder?”

“Me,” Jackson finally answered.

“Wait, what? What do you mean?” Stiles titled his head slightly.

“They murdered me,” He said before his eyes began glowing orange and developing into those of a reptile. You grabbed your boyfriend and pulled him up, knowing what was going to happen next wouldn’t be good. “They murdered me.”

“Okay, alright. More Ketamine,” Stiles told Isaac. “The man needs more Ketamine. Come on!”

“We don’t have any more,” Isaac muttered.

“You used the whole bottle?” You narrowed your eyes at him. You heard Erica whimper beside you before you all saw Jackson stand up and snarl.

“Okay, out. Everybody out!” Stiles pushed you out of the room. “GO! GO! GO! GO!”

“Okay, find something we can all move against the door!” You breathed as you all pressed against it. Only a split second later, Jackson burst through the wall beside you and ran off into the dark hallway. “Let’s go check on the Mountain Ash.”

“Good idea, let’s go,” Stiles nodded before you both took off running the opposite direction. Once you burst through the door, you saw Derek at the Jeep. “Hey, um.. So we kind of lost Jackson inside but it’s-”

He paused as Erica and Isaac looked down at the mountain ash, not daring to step across it. You, however, easily walked over it.

“Oh my god! It’s working!” Stiles cheered. “Oh, this is- YES! I did something!”

“I have that sinking feeling again, Stiles!” You turned towards the building, feeling a magnetic pull. You stepped back towards the ash. But it stopped you. You held your hand against it to see that it was now impenetrable for you.

A weak howl echoed through the alleyway.

“Scott..” Derek breathed.

“What?” Stiles asked.

“Break it!” Derek ordered.

“What? No way!” Stiles argued.

“Scott’sdying!” Derek shouted.

“Okay, what? How do you know that?”

“Oh my god, Stiles! I just know! BREAK IT!”

“I CAN’T!” He shouted as he tried to move the ash to no avail. “It hasn’t been an hour and Doc said it won’t budge before it-… Y/N?”

You clenched your fists, looking down at the Mountain Ash. You felt Scott’s bond slipping away from you; he really was dying. You were left with no other option.

“Y/N,don’t. We have a plan!” Stiles shook his head. “You heard Deaton! You can’t-“

“I’m so sorry, Stiles,” You whispered, looking up with tears in your eyes.

“WAIT!” He jumped up and ran towards you. But it was too late. Strong wind suddenly erupted from the barrier, pushing him and Derek away from it with great force, but leaving you standing in your place. “Y/N! PLEASE!STOP!”

You held your hand out, clenching your eyes to try and drown out your boyfriend’s screams, you felt a familiar aura surround your body before a loud explosion rang through your ears and brought you back to reality.

“NO!WHAT DID YOU DO?!” Stiles cried. Derek ran past you, you lingered for a moment to look back at your boyfriend who stared back at you with tears running down his face. You swallowed the knot in your throat before turning around to chase Derek into the building. You followed him into a smoky room that made him burst into a coughing fit.

You looked up just in time to see Mrs. Argent running up behind him with a wolfsbane-laced knife. You held out your hand and sent her flying backwards into the opposite. She groaned before looking up at you and chuckling.

“A Delvoux. I knew there was something off about you,” She smiled before getting back up and running to attack Derek again. You held out your hand; nothing happened. You looked down to see nothing; no mist, no aura, nothing. You watched as the two fought desperately for their lives. You took the opportunity to run up to Scott.

“Are you okay? Scotty? Oh my god!” You breathed, looking up to see that the smoke was coming from a wolfsbane diffuser. You held a finger under his nose to check for any sign of breathing. “DEREK! I don’t think he’s breathing!”

“I’m right here! She’s gone. Help me carry him out to my car!” He gasped.

You did as told, holding Scott’s head in your lap the whole ride to the clinic. You sliced through your both of palms with Derek’s swiss army knife and pressed them together.

Again,nothing. No pain, no healing, absolutely nothing happened besides your blood dripping down each other’s arms.

“No, no, NO! The healing’s not working!” You sobbed, looking up in the rearview mirror to see Derek’s alarmed gaze.

“We’re here! Help me carry him in! I’m still weak,” He ordered.

———

The remembrance of the past 48 hours hit you like a train as you stared despondently at your boss working diligently on your best friend. The rug had been yanked from under you. Everything you knew was flipped upside down.

You were losing your best friend. The Argents knew of your lineage. You lost your powers and we’re waiting patiently for your mind to go with it. And worst of all, radio silence from Stiles.

12:32 AMStiles: Is Scott alive??

12:33 AMY/N: Yes. Doc’s working on him rn. No news yet. I’ll keep you updated if anything changes

12:39 AMY/N: Can we talk about earlier? Read.

You looked up at the clock that read 3:12 AM and placed your face in your palms. You couldn’t get the scene out of your head; his shattered look, his devastating cry. The words kept repeating in your head as you finally allowed yourself to cry.

What did you do? What did you do? What did you do?

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• Stiles Stilinski x Reader! Half-sibling!Mccall
• Word count: 3327
• Warnings: Mentions of  injuries, blood, swearing (always), etc.

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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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In my dreams I will always find my way back to you

SCREAMING

My 10yr old self is punching the air while screaming rn

AHGAHAGAGGSSGGAY ITS BACK