KO-FI | BIG MASTERLIST | TW REWRITE |

• Stiles Stilinski x Reader! Half-sibling!Mccall
• Word count: 2483
• Warnings: Mentions of  injuries, blood, suicide, murder, swearing (always), etc.
• A/N: Surprise? Kind of a filler. Lots of jumps. Soon, I will upload a post explaining what is going to happen to this series and my writing in general. Don’t worry, it’s not something bad.

↪ PLEASE RESPECT MY WORK. DON’T COPY, TRANSLATE OR CLAIM THEM AS YOURS. NOT ON THIS WEBSITE OR ANOTHER. ALL RIGHTS ARE RESERVED.

Last night, we had some problems with Garrett. The police and ambulances ended up being involved, and thankfully, nothing serious had happened to any of us. But as we expected, things were becoming more dangerous, and we all were concerned about the unknown future.

I went down the stairs while checking my phone. Scott had texted me saying he had to go somewhere while Stiles had called me, informing me that he would come to get me in a couple of minutes. Before entering the kitchen, I stopped as I listened to Melissa speaking. “I know that I’m a month late. Three months? Oh. Are you sure it’s three months?” I sighed gently, hoping she wouldn’t hear me. “Okay, I understand. Um, but if you could just turn the power back on even for a few hours, that would be really great. I have a refrigerator full of food that’s going to go bad. And, obviously, I don’t have the money to run out and replace $300 worth of groceries. So… I am more than happy to beg.” I bite my lower lip, stumping on the stairs to advise her that I was going to enter. As I came into her view, she put the phone away. “Hey, you didn’t leave with Scott?” She offered me a tiny smile, walking closer to me and kissing my cheek.

I shook my head as I grabbed an apple, quickly washing it. “Scott didn’t wake me up today, but he texted me saying he had to go do some things.” I shrugged. “Stiles said he is coming for me tho.” She nodded her head, taking a sip of her coffee. “But if you need help at home or something, I can stay.”

She immediately shook her head. “I’m alright. I will spend my free time working around the house a little bit.” I could see the worry painted in her features. “You better leave. I’m pretty sure Stiles will come earlier to get you just to see you.” She winked as I felt flustered. I did as I was told, knowing that she had spoken about Stiles to save herself from being caught.

As I exited the house, I noticed the familiar blue jeep parked in front of my house. I couldn’t help but smile, even though I couldn’t see who was inside the car due to the sun hitting my face. However, my grin became broader as I saw Stiles exiting the jeep, rapidly shuffling towards me. His smile, perhaps, as wide as mine.

“Hey,” I stepped closer to him, meeting him halfway. Before I could say anything more, his lips abruptly ended up against mine. Then, they softly caressed mine for a couple of seconds. He was the one who pulled away, even though I attempted to follow his lips, wanting, no, needing to feel them against mine again. He whispered a ‘hey’ back as his forehead rested against mine. “What’s the plan?”

I heard a noise, which I couldn’t decipher. Perhaps because I was too busy lost in Stiles Stilinski. I wasn’t even sure how to describe what I felt when he was near, but even the smallest gestures or movements done by him had my heart beating like crazy. And even if I was shy to admit it, my body had been responding more to him. Wanting, no, needing to be closer.

“The plan is to go to Stiles’s dad’s job if you both can keep your hands to each other.” A voice sounded, and I laughed as I recognised it. Looking behind my boyfriend, I saw the red-headed girl smirking at us as she sat in one of the backseats of the jeep. “C'mon, lovebirds.”

Stiles was quick in gripping my hand, walking me towards the passenger seat and opening the door for me.

When we arrived at our destination, Parrish informed us that Noah was out but would be back in a couple of minutes. However, Stiles let him know that we wanted to talk to him.

Parrish’s eyebrows were furrowed. “This is a hit list?” He gripped a piece of paper.

“We call it a Dead Pool,” Stiles informed. “Recognize any of the names?”

The man nodded. “Yeah. The Sheriff had me run a bunch of these through the system last night. But we couldn’t find any of them.” Parrish seemed as confused as me.

Stiles sighed, uncrossing his arms and glancing at Lydia. “Show him the other thing.” He made a gesture, and as Lydia turned the paper Parrish was holding, I tried to get closer to have a look at it.

“Okay. That’s kind of terrifying.” He got up from the desk as he examined his name, written on the list with the number 5, next to it. “What’s the number?”

Lydia shrugged. “That’s how much you’re worth.”

“I’m worth five dollars?”

Stiles extended his arm. “Five million.”

“I only make 40,000 a year. Maybe I should kill myself.” While Stiles and Lydia glanced at each other confused, I couldn’t help but grin due to what Parrish had said. “I don’t get it. Why…Why am I on this?”

“Honestly, that might be a question for another day. Right now, there’s still another third of the list we gotta crack.”

Lydia stared at the older man. “We need the third cypher key. But we need help getting it.”

“From who?”

She shrugged, attempting to look innocent. “Meredith.”

“The girl from Eichen?” He shook his head, walking towards the door and opening it for us. “The last time you saw her, you almost gave her a nervous breakdown.”

“Uh… Almost.” The red-haired girl answered back, making me and Stiles close our eyes in frustration.

As we exited, my eyes locked on a paper hanging on one of the walls. “Hey,” I called their attention. “What’s this?” Parrish stepped closer to me, inspecting the paper too.

“We need workers.” He explained. “Too many cases lately. We need help in the office.” My interest peaked.

“Do they have to be qualified?” As Parrish shook his head, I smiled. “How can I apply?” The man furrowed his eyebrows. “I need the money. I’m trying to save.” I half-lied.

After he explained what I had to do, we left. Stiles was quick to ask why I was so interested in the position, and as I explained it to him, he offered me a tiny smile, kissing my forehead.

Liam disappeared. Violet going to a federal facility and Garrett threatening Scott. He had texted me letting me know that Garrett was asking for money and Violet if we wanted to know where Liam was, which indicated that he had done something to him. To be honest, I was worried for my brother, knowing he would do anything to protect those he loved.

“What the hell are we running here? A bed and breakfast?” Stiles swore as he saw the man walking toward us. I quickly gripped his hand in a comforting squeeze, trying to remind him that he was no longer a patient. We were just here to talk to Meredith. “We do not just open the door for anyone with a badge.”

Deputy Parrish spoke up. “We need to talk to Meredith Walker. It involves a murder investigation.”

“Well, you can talk to her all you want, but these three,” His voice was quite strong. “Especially that one…” His gaze fixed on Stiles. “They’re outta here.”

“They’re crucial witnesses in an ongoing investigation. I wouldn’t have brought them here if it wasn’t absolutely…Crucial.”

“Okay, Deputy.” He walked closer, getting on his face. “How about you come back with a court order, then I’ll listen.” Then, he swirled around, getting too close to the boy beside me. “As for you, Mr. Stilinski, how about you come back with payment in full. That’s right.” Stiles remained silent, but I knew he was uncomfortable.

“How about you come to talk to us when you don’t have a stick up your ass.” His gaze snapped to me. “And maybe, stop getting so close to people,” I twitched my nose. “Your breath smells like hell.”

Stiles chuckled, which made Brunski ignore me as he went back to him. “Daddy may be the Sheriff, but he’s late on the bills. I guess those government jobs aren’t as reliable as they used to be, huh?”

“But they do help when you need a favour.” We looked at Parrish as he lifted one of his eyebrows, shrugging. “Like, how a month ago, Canaan P.D. helped you get home after blowing 0.1 on a breathalyzer.”

My mouth opened wide in a big smile. “No…” Stiles did the same, nodding his head as Brunski seemed to be embarrassed while being caught.

“All right. I’m not against a little quid pro quo. Not at all.” He gave his keys to Stiles, who was still foolishly smiling. “Not at all.” Then, he left as I waved at him.

“You. You, I like you.” Stiles touched Parrish’s shoulders repeatedly. “I’m gonna keep you.” Lydia and I glanced at each other, rolling our eyes.

When we opened the door to Meredith’s room, she was sitting on her bed as if she knew that we were coming to talk to her.

Scott hadn’t answered my texts, which scared me a little bit as I rapidly thought that perhaps something bad had happened to him. I shook my head as if the destructive thoughts would go away, and I sat on the bed in front of Meredith and between Stiles and Lydia. “Meredith, what you mean you can’t tell us?”

“We just need the third key. You can give it to us in numbers, letters, hieroglyphs. Whatever you want.”

“I can’t.”

“Then why did you give us the second key?”

“I wanted to help. That’s what I want to do. I want to help.”

“Great. So help us now. Okay? Give us the third cipher key.”

“Things have changed. I… I can’t.”

“Why not?”

I noticed Meredith getting even more nervous as Stiles and Lydia talked to her. “Guys, go easy on her.” I whispered to both of them.

“I’m sorry. I can’t. He…He doesn’t want me to.”

“Who’s he, Meredith?” My voice was soft as I offered her a tiny smile. “Meredith, who doesn’t want you to tell us the third cipher key?” I saw her hesitate.

“The Benefactor.”

“What’s his name?” Lydia asked. “You could just tell us his name.”

Stiles sighed. “Okay, you’re shaking your head. What’s that mean? Does that mean you don’t know? Or you don’t want to help us?”

“I can’t… I can’t help anymore.”

Lydia stood up. “How do you know about him?” Meredith seemed more and more affected by the questions as she started shaking her head from one side to another in quite a violent manner.

Deputy Parrish intervened. “Guys, I think we better stop.”

“Meredith, a lot of people are going to die if you don’t tell us.” Lydia’s voice became stronger as my heart started beating even harder, the situation making me anxious.

“I don’t… I don’t know. I don’t know.”

“Please…Meredith, it’s okay. You’re gonna be all right. Please.” Deputy tried to calm her down, but she was only getting worse.

“I don’t…I don’t…I DON’T KNOW.”

Parrish stepped forward, gripping Lydia’s arm to support her weight as she had become weak. My vision blurred as black spots appeared everywhere, and as I tried to fight my body from falling backwards, I felt hands on me, pulling me closer to something and stabilising me. Stiles had pulled me closer to his chest, hands on my face as he tried to meet my gaze. “Fuck,” He muttered as his fingers caressed the side of my head under my ear. I was bleeding. Meredith’s scream had affected Lydia and me greatly. “Breath, Y/N.” We all glanced at the girl, surprised. Stiles’ hands lowered to my jaw and neck, our chests pressed together.

“Okay, well, we know one thing.” We were in Stiles’ room. He was pacing around as Lydia sat on his desk while I curled on his bed after drinking some water. My heart was still beating madly. “Both of the first two keys, Allison and Aiden, they’re both names of the dead. Right?”

“But we’ve already tried every other dead person’s name we could think of.” I nodded my head. Lydia was right. “And if you haven’t noticed, there were a lot of tries.”

“Yeah, I noticed.”

“You okay?” My voice was low as I stared at Lydia.

She took a deep breath. “The only other Banshee I’ve ever met. And I think I might have just drove her over the edge.”

Stiles intervened. “Lydia, it wasn’t your fault.” I agreed. “I was there, too. And you’re probably not the only…Hold on.” We both looked at him. I sat down on his bed. “Banshees predict death. Right? So what if the third key is someone who isn’t dead…”

I gasped. “But will be.” They nodded their heads. I got up from the bed when Stiles walked closer to Lydia, who closed her eyes, letting her fingers fall on the keyboard of the laptop as she started typing. The word 'Derek’ came out. Fuck. A new list opened, and some familiar names came out. One of them was Meredith’s.

“Call Parrish.” Lydia urged Stiles. “We need to call Parrish.” Stiles glanced around, trying to find his phone. I noticed it was on top of his bed, next to me. I dialled Parrish’s number but gave the phone to Lydia. After a couple of seconds, Parrish answered his phone, and Lydia quickly explained what had happened. “What are you talking about?”

We got closer to her. I was quick to place my hands on her elbows as I felt her moving from side to side. We could hear Parrish on the other line. “Lydia, Meredith’s gone. They found her an hour ago in her room. She hung herself. I’m sorry.”
My eyes got teary, but Lydia seemed to be in shock. I slowly got closer, hugging her as Stiles hugged both of us, his fingers in my hair as our eyes met.

“You counted it yet?” Stiles and my brother were sitting on the ground. A bag full of money was in front of them, which my brother had found in the locker room at school before anything went down. Before Violet was arrested. Before Garrett threatened him. Before Liam had been captured. Before our father and Noah got hurt.

“No.”

“We should probably count it.”

Both of them gripped the bag, turning it around and making the money fall on the ground, another object fell. A cassette which had a sticker with the words 'Play me’.

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Hey there people, I know, I know. I didn’t update last week and neither did I this week. I PROMISE I will try to do my best and write a little but every day so I can update next week (I will try).

However, because of the covid situation in my country, my university decided to delay the final exams on January. And even though the normal thing would be to delay them from the start of June to the end, they decided that we would start exams in May.

Therefore, I’m already preparing from them (as they will be at the end of may + first weeks of June). I get really really really anxious around these times and situations so I have not been able to write.

Hope you guys understand. Good luck if you all have finals too! Once again, I will try my best to update next week or some time soon!

KO-FI|BIG MASTERLIST |TW REWRITE|

• Stiles Stilinski x Reader! Half-sibling!Mccall
• Word count: 3327
• Warnings: Mentions of  injuries, blood, swearing (always), etc.

↪ PLEASE RESPECT MY WORK. DON’T COPY, TRANSLATE OR CLAIM THEM AS YOURS. NOT ON THIS WEBSITE OR ANOTHER. ALL RIGHTS ARE RESERVED.

“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.

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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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• Stiles Stilinski x Reader! Half-sibling!Mccall
• Word count: 3404
• Warnings: Mentions of  injuries, blood, swearing (always), etc.

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My leg bounced up and down. My lower lip seemed to be permanently stuck between my teeth, sometimes the taste of blood invading my senses. My eyes shifted from looking at my old dirty sneakers to the front door of the house, impatiently waiting for Rafe McCall to come back.

As soon as the front door of the McCall house opened, I quickly stood up from where I was sitting, on the last steps of the stairs. Rafe glanced at me while slowly closing the door, then stepping closer to me. “It’s here.” I quickly grabbed the papers that he was gripping in his hands.

I sighed, my entire body shaking a little. The possibility of Scott McCall not being my brother was there, and it terrified me. My fingers fumbled with the papers, trying to open the envelope. “Ah, fuck,” I mumbled. “I can’t open th-.”

The papers were taken from me by Rafe as he quickly opened the envelope, taking a couple of sheets out. His eyes rapidly moving over it. He gulped, glanced at me then back down. The papers were offered to me.

I didn’t hesitate, gripping them tightly and glancing at all the words written on them, just trying to find what I wanted to know. “Based on testing results obtained from analyses of the DNA loci listed, the probability of paternity is 99.9998%.” I rapidly glanced up at Rafe, seeing him smiling. I couldn’t help but smile back. And even though there were a lot of things unresolved between us, I was happy. I was happy because I was related to Scott McCall. Therefore, without thinking about it, I ended up hugging Rafe for a couple of seconds. Then, I ran upstairs, knowing that Scott and Stiles were there.

My brother’s room was empty, but when I heard both boys speaking in the bathroom, I couldn’t help but run into the room. “Scott!” Both boys quickly turned around to glance at me. “The results came. Rafe McCall is my dad!” I was grinning like a fool.

“Are you serious?” His mouth was agape, trying to fight the biggest grin ever. I nodded my head. “Yes! Oh my god, yes!” He shuffled closer to me, hugging me tightly. My feet weren’t touching the ground as he spun me around. We were siblings. We both were McCalls’.

Other arms were placed around me, and that is when I saw Stiles embracing his two favourite McCalls’. He was probably as excited and happy as us.

Nevertheless, I blinked fastly while my mouth widened. “What the heck is going on?” There was a boy inside the bathtub. It looked like the new kid that attended the lacrosse tryouts and that Scott accidentally injured. “What the-.” His mouth was tapped and his limbs secluded together so he wouldn’t be able to move.

When both boys noticed that I was glancing at the boy, Stiles quickly grabbed the curtain, hiding the boy behind it. “I am as surprised as you.” My boyfriend added as my brother took us to his room.

Scott and Stiles sat down on the bed while I was pacing around. “So you bit him,” I replied after my brother had told us what had happened.

“Yeah.”

“And you kidnapped him.” Stiles glanced at me as he stated.

“Yeah.”

“And brought him here.” My boyfriend and I said once again, but this time at the same time.

His gaze shifted from his best friend to me. “I panicked.”

The other boy made some noises with his mouth as he exaggerated his facial expressions. “Yup. This isn’t going to end with us burying the pieces of his body out in the desert, is it?” Before anyone could answer, we heard more muffles coming from the boy, whose name I learnt was Liam. “As a reminder, this is why I always come up with the plans. Your plans suck.” Stiles gestured with his pointy finger.

“I know.” Scott was trying to keep calm. But how could he with a situation like this one? “Which is why I called you. So, what do we do?”

I hoped Stiles would have a normal plan that would take us out of this troublesome situation. But of course, we were talking about Stiles Stilinski, nothing with him could be a normal plan.

Liam was now sitting on a chair, still immobilized so he wouldn’t scream or run away.

“Liam, we’re going to take the tape off your mouth. If you scream, it goes right back on. If you talk quietly, it stays off. Got it? Okay.” The boy nodded his head, even though his eyes had that murderous look. “Okay.” The boy made some gestures to my brother, telling him to rip the tape off Liam’s mouth. However, Scott didn’t seem like he was going to do it. Stiles ended up ripping it, which made Liam grunt painfully. “Okay, Liam, now you’ve seen a lot of confusing things tonight. And more confusing things are going to happen because of the confusing things that happened tonight. Do you understand?” My brother and I glanced at him, confused.

“Not really,” Liam replied, which meant he was as confused as us.

“Good. That’s good.”

“I don’t understand either.” My brother was still staring at his friend as he voiced out his concerns.

“Maybe you should tell him.”

“Tell me what?”

My brother sighed. “Liam…What happened to you, what I did to you, which I had to do in order to save you, it’s going to change you.”

“Unless it kills you.” My boyfriend added as if it wasn’t anything to worry about. I quickly slapped his chest. “Shouldn’t have said that.”

“What?” Liam’s breathing became harsh.

“Oh..oh oh.” Liam glanced down as soon as he heard Stiles’s voice once again. “Is he crying?”

My brother and I immediately kneeled on the ground, trying to comfort him. My hand rested on his arm, and I offered him a tiny smile when he glanced at me. However, he looked away as he didn’t want anyone to see him crying.

“Liam, it’s okay. You’re going to be all right.” The boy ignored my brother as he sobbed harder. “You’re not going to die.”

My boyfriend kneeled too. “Probably not.”

“Stiles,” I groaned while rolling my eyes. “Stop it.”

“Okay, possibly not.”

“Would you just help me untie him?” They both quickly stood up, untying him from the chair. “Liam? Are you okay?”

“We’re sorry about that.” When he stood up, I noticed that the poor boy’s arm was bleeding. “We’re really sorry.” However, Liam grabbed the chair, hitting my brother with it. Scott fell to the ground as the chair had been destroyed when it collapsed with his side.  I gasped as Stiles’s grabbed my hand, pulling me behind him. “Liam, what the hell is your proble-.” Before my boyfriend could question, he was punched in the face.

Both boys quickly got up from the floor as they saw Liam trying to escape. The three of them falling down the stairs while Stiles’s scream that he ‘got Liam’. However, I was standing on top of the stairs, seeing how my boyfriend was grabbing my brother’s leg. Liam had escaped. Stiles’s plans sucked too. And when we find Liam, I would have a chat with him. My brother, no one touched him, even though he kind of deserved it from giving him the bite. However, Stiles wasn’t at fault.

I sighed as I was sitting down on top of Stiles’s bed. Tonight there was going to be a full moon, and we needed to take care of Malia. “So what’s your plan?” I asked my boyfriend as he sat down in front of me, taking a bag from under his bed. “Chains? I hate full moons. Can’t even imagine how they must feel during the full moon.”

“Well, then let’s try and make tonight the last time we have to use these. Besides, we might need them for Liam.” Stiles made a gesture with his hand, He wanted to put the cuffs on me to see if they would be too tight or too big for Malia.

He placed the cuffs around my wrists. “Are you and Scott sure he’s going to turn into a werewolf?”

“We’re not even sure if he’s going to live.” I sighed, hoping that the boy will live. Even if we all haven’t started on good terms. “ Is that too tight?”

“No.” I shook my head.

Hearing steps, I turned around to see Noah glancing at us with confusion and surprise. That is when I noticed that Stiles was cuffing my wrists. “Hey. Um…That’s…This is not what you think at all.”

“I-I don’t even want to know.” He shrugged, turning around and leaving.

“There is nothing to know, 'cause I just…”

I was flustered. “That was embarrassing.” We both chuckled.

“Scott,” I groaned. “You told him the bite was a gift?” I walked between both boys as we were supposed to meet the others where the buses were usually parked. “Why did-.”

“I just didn’t know what to say, okay?” He groaned, and I quickly felt bad as I knew Stiles had probably already talked his ear off. Kira, who was clutching my brother’s hand, squeezed it. “But listen, when he took the bandage off, there was nothing. No blood, no bite. Nothing.”

I sighed. We all knew what that meant.

The school bell rang as we walked towards Malia and Lydia. “I’m not sharing my basement.” Malia groaned as she glanced at me, I offered her a smile, trying to keep her calm.

“Actually, it’s my basement.” Lydia intervened, shrugging as she stared at the girl standing between Stiles and me. “And my mom noticed how you tore it up last time.”

“All right, she’s still learning.” Stiles squeezed her arm while I intertwined my fingers with hers, offering her some reassuring squeezes from time to time.

“But, we’re going to use the boathouse for Liam. It’s got support beams. We can chain him to one of them.”

Kira shifted her gaze to Scott. “But how do we get him out to the lake house if he doesn’t trust us?”

“I say if,” As soon as Stiles’s voice sounded, everyone glanced at him. No one was ever prepared for the crazy things that could come out of his mouth. “If it keeps him from murdering someone we chloroform the little bastard and throw him in the lake.”

“I’m in.” Malia raised her hand.

I let her hand go as I walked to the other side to be able to punch my boyfriend’s arm. He hissed as he glanced at me. “Stop saying things like that! She will end up thinking that’s how we solve problems around here!” I whispered, hoping the girl wouldn’t hear me.

“But…” His face came closer to mine as he whispered back. “Isn’t that how we should problems around here?”

“No.” I huffed.

“Can I get a kiss? Your lips look so good right now.” I could feel all my body becoming hot. And as soon as his lips came in contact with mine, I bit his lower lip. “Ouch, what was that for?”

“Because you were being a bad boy.”

“I-.” His eyes were wide open as he glanced at me. “I kinda liked that. Can you say it aga-.” I slightly slapped the back of his head, trying to make him shut up and pay attention to what everyone else was saying.

“Let’s be smarter,” Lydia spoke. “We tell him there’s a party and invite him.”

“So, you’re going to ask out a freshman?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.

“No, I’m done with teenage boys.” She answered back, and I couldn’t help but smile. Perhaps Lydia had her sight on someone older. “But, if we’re playing a trick on someone, we’ll have to use the trickster.”

We all glanced at Kira. “Who? Me? No way. Not me.”

“Yes, you. You know what they call a female fox? A vixen.”

“Me?” We all nodded, smiling at her. Although, she didn’t seem to be convinced by all of this.

“You can do it, Kira. Be a vixen.”

It was already night. We were waiting for Kira and Liam to arrive. The other two girls and I were resting our backs against Roscoe as my brother parked his bike in front of us, getting off it. “I just talked to Kira. She’s on her way. She said it’s all going fine.”

My boyfriend walked closer to my brother, ready to let him know what we had found out about Liam a couple of minutes ago. “It’s not that. I have to tell you something. I asked around about Liam. I know why he got kicked out of his last school.”

“This is going to be bad, isn’t it?”

Stiles sighed while looking through his phone. “He kind of got into it with one of his teachers. And…Uhm. The kid’s got some serious anger issues.”

“How serious?”

“Well, that’s his teacher’s car. After he took a crowbar to it.” He passed his phone to Scott so he would be able to examine the picture. I’ve seen it before and the car was completely destroyed. Windows were shattered, flat tires, and he had carved 'This is your fault’ on one of the sides of the car.

We decided to wait inside Lydia’s lake house. A couple of minutes later, the door was opened and Liam didn’t seem to be happy when he saw all of us waiting for him. Stiles waved at him. Kira stopped him from trying to escape. “Sorry.”

“What the hell is this?”

“Think of it like an intervention. You have a problem, Liam.”

“And we’re the only ones that can help.” My brother added while stepping forward.

“Werewolf? Werecoyote. Banshee. A siren. Fox?” He glanced at every one of us.

“Kitsune. But fox works.”

His arms were crossed over his chest. “What are you?”

“Uh, for a little while, I was possessed by an evil spirit.” He nodded his head while I rolled my eyes, a little smirk decorating my face. “It was very evil.”

“What are you now?”

“Uhm, better.” He glanced around, trying to meet someone’s eyes. His hazel ones met my gaze. “Also her boyfriend. Yea.” He had a proud smile decorating his features, which made me chuckle as I was flustered by his smile and his arm around my waist.

Liam ignored the exchange between the Stilinski boy and me as he glanced at the tale. “Are those for me?” The bag with the cuffs was resting on top of it.

“No, they’re for me.” Malia flashed her blue eyes.

Liam became nervous, staring at every one of us as his breath was laborious. He asked how Malia was able to do that with her eyes, changing their colour and making them flash. “You’ll learn. But first, you need to get through the full moon.” My brother reassured him.

“The moon’s already out.”

Scott smirked. “And you’re starting to feel something, aren’t you?”

“I feel like I’m surrounded b a bunch of psychotic nutjobs.” He spat. “You guys are out of your freaking minds. I don’t know how you did that eye thing and I don’t care.” His yelling became louder. “I’m walking out the door right now! If any of you try to stop me, I swear to God, I’m gonna…” Before he could finish his threat, his hands went up to his head, clutching it as if it was going to explode. He started gasping and screaming, his eyes unfocused and his movements clumsy.

“What’s wrong? Liam?” My brother stepped forward.

“You don’t hear that?” We all looked outside the window. A vehicle was passing by. The lights entering the dark living room.

“Did you tell someone about this?” Lydia asked.

“My friend Mason.” He gasped while kneeling on the ground. We heard multiple voices, not just one. “You said it was a party.”

“Who did Mason invite?”

“Everyone.”

Liam’s nails were out as he started to scratch the wooden floor. “The floors! Get him off the floors!” The strawberry blonde girl tried to get closer to the younger-looking boy. However, she was met by his fangs and growls. My hand snapped, grabbing Lydia’s arm and placing her next to me, making sure she would be safe.

Kira and Scott grabbed Liam, trying to take him away from the people who were going to ring the bell soon. Malia kneeled on the ground, whispering Stiles’s and my name, when we asked what was wrong, her eyes flashed and her fangs were visible. “Okay, we need to take her to the basement. Right now.” I glimpsed at Stiles, nodding my head.

When Lydia noticed that Stiles and I were going to leave her alone, she quickly glanced at us. “What am I supposed to do with the hordes gathering the door?”

The Stilinski boy sighed. “Lydia, who throws the best parties in Beacon Hills?”

“What? Me, obviously.”

“Okay, then throw a party.”

Malia was having difficulties trying to control her were coyote side. Both the boy and I were worried about her getting hurt with the cuffs more than the possibility of Malia breaking said object and hurting someone else. She was fighting against the restraints, and I noticed the cuffs around her wrists were starting to rip. “But I want to. Uh! I look at your faces and I want to slash at them. I want to tear at them. I want to feel your bones crack between my hands.” She desperately between gritted teeth explained to us why we had to leave her alone in the basement as she was scared of hurting us.

“We won’t leave, Malia,” I whispered, not knowing what more to do or say. I slowly reached my hand to her, intertwining my fingers with some of her locks. She seemed to be shocked by the action as she rapidly stared at me. A soft growl came out of her mouth, making me pull my hand back.

“No,” She whined, trying to get closer to where I was kneeling on the ground. “Do it again.” I glanced back at Stiles, who nodded his head, curious. My fingers started caressing her hair once again, sometimes scratching her scalp. The next time a sound came out of her mouth, it didn’t sound like a growl. It seemed to be mixed with a purr.

However, it didn’t take much time before she was growling once again. I tried to put my hand back, but Stiles’s hand ended up on top of mine, trying to hold me back. He offered me a smile when our gazes met as Malia freed herself from her cuffs, breathing heavily. “I don’t think you’re going to hurt us. And I think maybe you’re so afraid of hurting us because of what you did to your family.” What was he trying to do? “I know what that’s like. I remember everything I did.” Our gazes met, and I knew he still felt guilty for punching me. He felt guilty even if I reminded him that was Void, not him. “And the worst part is I remember liking it. Because I felt powerful. I felt fearless. And most of all, in control. But when I came through it, I learned something else…Control is overrated.”

The Tate girl breathed deeply, placing her arms around us, whispering her thanks as she was back to her human form. We also sighed in relief.

I told Stiles to stay with Malia while I searched for Lydia, knowing she was probably completely mad as we had left her alone there. To my surprise, I found her inside a room, looking completely spaced out. “Lydia?” I closed the door behind me as I slowly stepped closer. “Are you okay?” I noticed a record playing. “What do you hear?”

“The key. The key to break the code.”

The strawberry blonde girl didn’t hesitate to grab her laptop, where we were met with a white screen and random numbers, letters and symbols. She introduced a password, ALLISON. Then, a list started appearing. Names of people, name by name. “What’s this, Lydia?” I gasped a little, not liking the appearance of such a list. Especially when I saw our names.

“It’s a list of supernaturals in Beacon Hills. It’s a dead pool. And we’re all on it.”

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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.

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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?

Chapter 8 ->

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