#allison argent fic

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ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪɴғᴏ: Main OC is Scott McCall's half-sister, there are six (6) original characters, friends to lovers with Stiles Stilinski, book one covers Seasons 1 & 2 of Teen Wolf ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 9k

ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ | ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴘᴀʀᴛ | ɴᴇxᴛ ᴘᴀʀᴛ

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇 School had an extremely calm aura about it in the days following the death of the mountain lion that was wreaking havoc on the town.  Although no one had admitted it, everyone was scared while the mountain lion was alive, but now that it wasn’t, everything seemed to return to normal.  Kat, Lydia, and Allison were sitting around a table in the cafeteria during lunch, quietly conversing about their homework and snacking on the blueberries on Lydia’s lunch tray.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Allison was hunched over an old book, quietly muttering in French.  Kat shared a look with Lydia before asking, “What’s la Bête du Gévaudan?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Huh?” Allison asked, jumping slightly by being taken out of her trance so suddenly.  She quickly recovered, “Oh, uh, The Beast of Gevaudan.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Before Kat could question her further, Lydia asked, “The what of who?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“The Beast of Gevaudan,” Allison repeated, excitedly looking at her friends, “Listen. "A quadruped wolf-like monster prowling the Auvergne and South Dordogne areas of France during the years 1764 to 1767.  La Bête killed over a hundred people, becoming so infamous that King Louie the Fifteenth sent one of his best hunters to try and kill it.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Boring,” Lydia commented, earning an eye roll from Kat as Allison continued.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Even the church eventually declared the monster a messenger of Satan.” Allison read, taking in the reactions of the girls around her.  Kat was pleased that Allison was happy reading it and intently listened, but Lydia wasn’t as invested.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Hmm, still boring.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Allison was intent on changing Lydia’s mind and continued reading the book, “Cryptozoologists believe it may have been a subspecies of a hoofed predator, possibly a mesonychid.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Slipping into a coma bored,” Lydia sighed, biting a single blueberry off her fork.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“While others believe it was a powerful sorcerer who could shape-shift into a man-eating monster.” Allison wasn’t giving up, and although she loved her, Kat was also losing interest.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Alli, how does any of this have anything to do with your family?” Kat asked, brushing off Lydia’s glance that told her to keep quiet.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Allison quickly nodded, “This. "It is believed that la bête was finally trapped and killed by a renown hunter who claimed his wife and four children were the first to fall prey to the creature.” His name was Argent.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Your ancestors killed a big wolf.  So what?” Lydia quipped.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Not just a big wolf,” Allison said, disregarding Lydia’s snide comments and sharing an exciting look with Kat.  She flipped the book around and showed the girls in front of her the picture on the page. “Take a look at this picture.  What does it look like to you?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Kat decided to play along and took a look at the picture.  The faint grin on her face fell.  In the background was a creature that looked like a wolf standing on its hind legs.  It was tall and brooding and instilled a deep fear in Kat.  What really shook her, however, was the deep red eyes.  They seemed to glow with hatred and evilness, genuinely scaring Kat.  She felt her heart drop.  Only one word came to mind.  Werewolf.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Lydia’s voice drew Kat out of the trance she was in with her sarcastic words, “It looks like a big wolf.  See you beauties in history.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎The redheaded girl smirked and stood up, leaving the table and taking the blueberries with her.  Kat looked at the brunette with her with a chuckle before they returned to their work.  The McCall girl was having a hard time focusing on her homework, and her eyes were drawn to her brother and his friends, who were having a heated discussion as Scott hid behind a history textbook.  Scott peeked his face out from the book and caught Kat’s eye.  He spazzed and blocked her view by ducking behind his book again.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Kat chuckled and shook her head, “Allison, do you know why my brother looks like he’s hiding from us?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Allison’s head shot up at the mention of Scott, and as soon as she looked up, Scott, Stiles, and Spencer were leaving the cafeteria.  Allison let out a long breath as she started gathering her belongings, “I don’t know, I think he’s avoiding me, and I don’t know why.  Scott!  Scott, wait!”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Allison ran after the three boys, leaving Kat alone at their table.  Kat chuckled and shook her head, turning the page in her textbook as she murmured, “And then there was one.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Economics was surprisingly one of Kat’s favorite subjects.  She liked learning the different inner workings of the economy and the ease of the class.  Coach Finstock always somehow derailed the lessons to lacrosse, so it gave Kat the freedom of teaching herself.  As a slight control freak, she enjoyed that more than most students.  Kat was one of the first students to arrive, but more and more students started to trickle in.  Finally, Stiles walked in with Spencer and Scott trailing behind him.  He was headed to his usual seat behind Kat, but Scott was adamant about having Stiles sitting behind him.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Hey, Stiles, sit behind me, dude.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Kat watched as Stiles sent him a confused glance before he snatched his backpack from the desk he usually sat in and jumped across the aisle to steal the desk from Allison, who had quickly made her way to the desk.  Allison sent him a pleading look to let her have the seat and, Stiles being the nice guy he is, spared Scott an apologetic glance before retreating to the desk behind Kat.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Kat’s brows furrowed as she turned around to address Stiles, “What was that about?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Stiles tried to blow it off as nothing, “Ah, nothing, really.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Didn’t look like nothing.” Kat said, lowering her voice as she leaned across his desk, “Why is Scott avoiding Allison?  Did something happen with them?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“No!” Stiles loudly said, shaking his head. “No, uh, you know Scott.  He’s just weird about stuff, especially relationship stuff.  You know that.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Kat was completely unconvinced but didn’t get a chance to respond before all conversations in the classroom were cut off by Coach Finstock dropping a heavy book on his desk.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Let’s settle down.” Coach Finstock began, “Let’s start with a quick summary of last night’s reading.  Greenberg put your hand down.  Everybody knows you did the reading.  How about, uh . . . McCall.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Normally, Kat would have chuckled along at the daily dig at Greenberg, but something about that day just made her frown as she began to summarize the reading.  Finally, Coach Finstock cut her off, “Sorry, McCall, not you.  You always do the reading.  I wanna hear from the other one.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“What?” Scott asked, caught off guard as he shared a look with Kat.  Kat shrugged and settled into her chair, giving her brother an encouraging look.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“The reading.” Coach Finstock said, moseying around his desk to lean on its front as he looked at Scott.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Last night’s reading?” Scott asked, his heartbeat rising as he started to panic.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Coach Finstock shrugged, “How about, uh, the reading of The Gettysburg Address?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“What?” Scott asked again as the class started to chuckle around him.  Kat scowled at the girl beside her, effectively quieting her as Coach Finstock continued to embarrass Scott in front of the class.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“That was sarcasm.  You familiar with the term “sarcasm,” McCall?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Very,” Scott answered, looking over his shoulder towards Stiles and Spencer, seated behind his sister.  Kat glanced behind her to see her brother’s friends smirk and wink at Scott.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Did you do the reading or not?” Coach Finstock asked.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Scott hesitated, “Um . . . I think I forgot.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Coach Finstock was not having his excuses, “Nice work, McCall.  It’s not like you’re not averaging a “D” in this class.  Come on, buddy.  You know I can’t keep you on the team if you have a “D.” How about you summarize, uh, the previous night’s reading?  No?  How about the, uh, the night before that?  How about you summarize anything you’ve ever read.  In your entire life.” Scott started to stammer an excuse, but Coach Finstock was getting too angry to let him speak, “No?  A blog?  How about, uh, how about the back of a cereal box?  No?  How about the “Adults Only” warning from your favorite website you visit every night?  Anything?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Kat wouldn’t stand for someone, especially a teacher, talking down to her brother like that. “Leave him alone, Coach!”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Was I speaking to you, Kat?” Coach Finstock rounded on Kat before refocusing on her brother. “Thank you, McCall.  Thank you.  Thank you, McCall!  Thank you for extinguishing any last flicker of hope I have for your generation.  You just blew it for everybody!  Thanks.  Next practice, you can start with suicide runs.  Unless that’s too much reading.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Kat cursed under her breath and gathered her books as she stood up and started to leave the classroom.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Now, where do you think you’re going, McCall?” Coach Finstock spit.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Kat whipped around with anger glowing in her eyes, “I’m going to report you for verbally abusing a student.  I’d be happy to make it two students if you want to degrade and humiliate me in front of the class as well.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Coach Finstock glowered at Kat before waving her off, dismissing her completely.  Kat curtly nodded and spun on her heel to leave the classroom.  The class watched her leave in shock, having never seen her react that way before.  She usually was quiet as Coach Finstock spoke however he wanted to his students, but today she couldn’t stand it.  Kat had been irritable all day, because of what she didn't know, but that was the last straw.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Kat must have fallen asleep when she got home because the next thing she knew, the moon was casting a milky light into her room, and her phone was ringing.  Kota whined and jumped off the bed to get away from the loud tones coming from Kat’s phone.  Kat sighed and rubbed her eyes as she answered the phone.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Hello?” Kat asked, clearing the grogginess from her voice.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Kat!” Lydia’s voice sharply said, “What are you doing right now?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Kat sighed, knowing that she wouldn’t get out of whatever Lydia wanted to do, “Nothing, just woke up from a nap.  What’s up?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Your brother bailed on Allison, so we’re going to pick her up and go bowling as a group.  Lexi’s already there with Spencer.  We’ll even go get Stiles if you want.” Lydia informed her, continuing so Kat wouldn’t have any room to argue, “So, come downstairs.  We’re parked outside.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Kat jumped up from her bed and looked out the window, seeing Jackson’s dark gray Porsche parked behind her SUV out on the street.  Kat hummed, “Alright, fine.  Give me ten minutes.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Kat hung up and flipped on the light in her room.  She glanced at herself in the mirror above her dresser and sighed, seeing the smudged makeup and tangled hair resulting from her nap.  She fixed herself up and grabbed a jacket before heading downstairs to put a scoop of food in Kota’s bowl and refill her water.  She made sure Kota would be okay for the night before kissing her on the nose and leaving the house, her phone and keys in hand as she made her way to Jackson’s car.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Lydia jumped out and gave Kat a quick hug before they settled into the car and drove through Beacon Hills to the Argent household.  Kat was squished in the back, having no leg room left in the tiny backseat of the vehicle.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“You know, this car is not meant for more than two passengers, Jackson,” Kat said, killing the silence in the car as she leaned up between the front seats.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Normally, there’s just Lydia and me, makes it much more intimate,” Jackson smirked, looking over at Lydia with a wink.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Disgust covered Kat’s features as she groaned, “I don’t want to know what you guys have done on this backseat; I’d rather keep my dinner in my stomach.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Jackson chuckled and looked in the rearview mirror to give Kat an amused glance as Lydia called Allison.  They had turned onto her street.  As soon as Allison answered, Lydia put the phone on speaker and held it up.  Jackson spoke first.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Lydia says we’re coming to get you.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Allison let out an exasperated sigh, “Please don’t.  I’m sure he’s on his way.  He’s only . . . ” she trailed off, and Kat guessed she was checking the time, “ . . . twenty-six minutes late.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“You hear that?” Lydia snapped, “First, it’s “he’s only twenty six-minutes late,” a month later, it’s “he only hits me when he’s drunk.” Slippery slope, Allison.  Slippery slope.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Don’t talk down on my brother like that, Lyds.” Kat sharply said, earning a groan from her redheaded friend.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“It was just an example.  Your brother’s too lame to drink.” Lydia said.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Jackson decided to cut them off, “We’re picking you up, Allison.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“No,” Allison insisted, but even Kat could hear the sadness in her voice.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Too late,” Jackson said as he pulled up to her driveway.  Allison glared at the car before letting out a huff and heading to the car.  Jackson rolled down his window as Allison came up beside his door, “Lydia gets what Lydia wants.  Come on, get in.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Allison’s phone beeped, and as she checked her phone, Kat’s vibrated in her pocket.  Lydia leaned across the center console with another sarcastic comment of her own, “Hmm, is that him with the best explanation ever as to why he’s half a freaking hour late?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Not exactly,” Allison shook her head, “He just texted me to meet him at the school.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Stiles texted me the same thing,” Kat said, showing her phone to everyone else in the car.  Jackson grumbled something about how Scott and Stiles were annoying as he got out of the vehicle and allowed Allison to squeeze into the backseat with Kat.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎The ride to the school was uncomfortable, to say the least.  The two girls in the backseat of the Porsche were shoulder to shoulder and hip to hip, while Jackson and Lydia rode comfortably up front.  The conversation in the car wasn’t any more entertaining.  Allison and Kat quietly conversed in the backseat about what Scott and Stiles would possibly want with them at the school while the couple up front debated over going bowling or seeing a new movie.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Jackson parked at the school, and as Allison and Kat climbed out of the backseat, Jackson asked what they were doing there.  Kat let Allison answer and show Jackson the text she had gotten as she looked over the vehicles in the lot.  Unsurprisingly, Stiles' blue jeep was parked in the lot, but an unfamiliar sleek black Camaro was parked behind it.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“They lock the doors at night, you know.” Lydia smartly said.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“That one’s open.” Allison pointed out, seeing that the main door to the school was propped wide open.  Lydia rolled her eyes and slumped in her seat, earning a giggle from Kat as she, Allison, and Jackson started walking towards the school.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“You don’t need me to state the obvious, right?” Jackson said, looking at the girls with a grin.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“That it looks like they broke into the school?  No, pretty obvious.  And typical of them.” Kat answered, shaking her head and looking into the dark school with hesitation.  Why would they ask them to meet them at the school?

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Jackson looked between the girls in front of him, “Do you want me to come with you guys?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Kat and Allison looked at each other and shrugged.  Allison hummed, “Mmm, it’s okay.  We’re pretty tough; we can handle ourselves.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎The girls nodded and started heading towards the door before Jackson spoke up, “Hey, guys . . . ” Once the girls turned back to him, he paused, now self-conscious of what he was about to say.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Allison smirked, “You have this look like you were about to say, “be careful.””

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Jackson recovered, slipping into his natural cool as he handed a flashlight to Kat, “I am.” Kat took the flashlight and glanced at Allison, knowing precisely what she was thinking.  It was nice to see Jackson concerned for someone other than himself.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“What?” Jackson asked, earning a laugh from the girls in front of him.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“That concerned look on you, I’ve never seen it before.” Allison smartly said, smiling at Jackson.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Well, I am concerned,” Jackson said.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Well, it’s a good look on you, Whittemore,” Kat smiled.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Allison shone the flashlight on her face and lowered her voice, “Don’t worry.  We’ll be right back.”

‎ ��‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Kat and Allison laughed and jogged up the stairs to the door, now forgetting their fears of entering the high school at night.  They shared an amused glance as they quietly conversed and decided where to go to look for Scott and Stiles.  They wandered down the halls, peeking into classroom after classroom and coming up empty.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Allison decided to fill the silence that had stretched between them, “So, that thing you pulled in class with Coach was pretty major.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Kat shook her head and groaned, “I don’t even know why I did that, to be honest.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“No, I’m glad you did.  I’ve only been here for a few weeks, but I’ve wished someone would stand up to him since my first day.” Allison chuckled, nudging Kat’s shoulder with her own.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Kat sighed, “I sometimes question my sanity, you know.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Allison laughed, “Is that because of your snippy outburst in class or because we’re wandering around the school at night?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“I hang out with Scott and Stiles almost as much as with you, Lexi, and Lydia.  Scott’s my brother, and Stiles is my, well, Stiles, and this is their idea of a fun time.  Leading two girls around a dark and creepy school for apparently no reason.” Kat explained, shaking her head as she chuckled, “Are we crazy for coming here?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Allison hummed, bobbing her head from side to side before shaking her head, “No, I don’t think so.  I think we’d be crazy if we split up.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Ah, shoot.” Kat grinned, “I was just about to suggest splitting up.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Allison giggled, but her smile slowly dropped, “We might find them faster if we did.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Kat agreed, “Probably.  You’ve got your phone, right?” Allison nodded and held it up.  Kat handed her the flashlight and grabbed her phone from her pocket, “I’ll take the upstairs, you’ll finish down here, and then we’ll call each other if we find them or come up empty-handed?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Sounds good,” Allison said, and with a quick nod to each other, the girls started walking down opposite ends of the hallway.  Kat had wound up in the science wing upstairs, suddenly bored and slightly disappointed that she hadn’t found Stiles or Scott yet.  It was like a bad game of Hide and Seek, and she wasn’t even sure she was seeking anyone.  Maybe the boys weren’t there at all.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Kat had reached the end of the hallway and still hadn’t found any sign that the Stilinski boy or her brother were at the school.  She sighed and started to dial Stiles' number to scold him for sending her and Allison to the school for no reason but decided against it.  She felt that argument was better suited to happen face to face.  So she instead dialed Allison’s number, grumbling as it rang.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Did you find them?” Allison asked as soon as she answered the phone.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“No, they’re not upstairs.  I honestly don’t think they’re here, Alli.” Kat sighed, starting back down the stairs to the main doors. “I’m gonna go back to the car.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Yeah, I might, too,” Allison said, disappointment evident in her tone.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Kat frowned, “I’m sorry that Scott did this.  I don’t know what he’s thinking.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“It’s not your fault, Kat.” Allison quickly said. “C’mon, maybe by the time we get to the bowling alley, they’ll still be selling nachos.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Kat halfheartedly chuckled, “Yeah, maybe.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“I’ll meet you in the lobby,” Allison said, ending the call promptly after.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Kat sighed and had just exited the stairwell when her phone rang again, Lydia’s contact picture appearing on the screen.  Kat swiped the answer button and immediately spoke, “Hey, we can’t seem to find them.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Well, then, let’s go.  I am thoroughly creeped out right now and would rather be bowling.” Lydia snapped.  Kat rolled her eyes and sighed.  She could hear Lydia argue with Jackson on the other end before she said, “We’ll be in the lobby.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Yeah, give us a second, and we’ll be right there,” Kat said, hanging up the phone and pocketing it.  She rounded the corner that led toward the lobby as a set of doors slammed shut ahead of her.  She saw Scott and Stiles skid to a stop as Allison joined them from a different hallway.  Kat started jogging and caught Stiles' eyes.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎The Stilinski boy spazzed and met Kat in the lobby, grabbing her arms and holding her close as he sharply asked, “What are you doing?  Why are you here?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“What do you mean?  You asked me to come.” Kat said, yanking her arms out of his grasp as she narrowed her eyes at him. “Thanks for the incredibly creepy wild goose chase, by the way.  This is exactly what I wanted to do with my night.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“I didn’t ask you to come,” Stiles insisted.  Kat went to argue, unconvinced by his word alone, but Stiles cut her off with wide eyes, “Trust me, I didn’t.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Kat’s heart dropped as she pulled out her phone, “You didn’t send me this text?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Stiles read the text, and his face paled.  He shook his head, “No, I didn’t.  Did you drive here?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Kat looked back at Scott and Allison, fear settling into her heart, “No, Jackson did.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Jackson’s here, too?” Scott loudly asked.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Yeah, and Lydia.” Allison quickly said, “What’s going on?  Who sent us these texts?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Allison’s phone started ringing before the boys could conjure up an excuse.  She answered it and asked, “Where are you?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎As soon as she asked the question, the door behind the group opened, revealing Jackson and Lydia.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Finally,” Lydia sighed, looking annoyed at each person around her. “Can we go now?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎The group collectively nodded and started to head towards the exit when a loud thud was heard overhead.  Kat jumped, and if it were even possible, her heart dropped even lower.  The pipes creaked, and another thud was heard, somehow louder than the first.  She grabbed Stiles' hand out of fear, needing some form of comfort as the night took a drastic turn from slightly frightening to downright terrifying.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Run!” Scott suddenly shouted, and Stiles took off in the direction of the stairs, pulling Kat behind him as the group trailed after them.  A loud crash followed by one last thunderous thud sounded behind the group, and Kat glanced behind her to see a mass of black on the linoleum flooring surrounded by pieces of the ceiling.  She shrieked and allowed Stiles to lead her through the hallways leading towards the cafeteria.  Unlike any dog Kat had ever heard, monstrous barking echoed off the lockers.  The group ran faster than they ever had in their life and burst through the doors to the cafeteria, panting and shaking with fear and adrenaline.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Scott shut the doors and slid the bolts in place just as Jackson started to assist him in barricading the doors by moving a freezer in front of it and stacking chairs up on top of it.  Kat seemed to be shutting down, watching helplessly as the group worked to stop whatever had chased them into the room from reaching them.  Stiles stood beside her, still gripping her hand as he examined the room.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Scott, wait, not here,” Stiles suddenly said, but the only person listening to him was Kat.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Allison was slowly starting to freak out as she asked Scott the question on everyone’s minds, “What was that?  Scott, what was that?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“What came out of the ceiling?” Lydia shrilly asked, tears pooling in her eyes as she watched Scott and Jackson work.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Will you just help me?” Scott directed, ignoring their questions as he piled chairs onto the freezer.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Guys . . . ” Stiles drawled, losing patience as Kat’s head whipped around from the group to Stiles.  Stiles started speaking louder, “Can we just wait a second?  You guys, listen to me.  Can we wait a second?  Guys?  Stiles, talking?  Can we hang on one second, please?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Kat was slowly regaining feeling, almost like a computer restarting, and suddenly she was shouting to get the group’s attention, “Hey!”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎The group jumped and stopped moving, focusing on Stiles and Kat.  Stiles gave Kat’s hand a gentle squeeze as he thanked her before returning to his sarcastic self, even in times of complete terror, “Okay, nice work.  Really beautiful job, everyone.  Now, what should we do about the twenty-foot wall of windows?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Stiles dramatically motioned to the wall-to-wall windows behind himself and Kat, watching as everyone around him let their faces drop as they realized their next problem.  Kat felt like her throat was swelling with the anxiety coursing through her veins and stepped closer to Stiles, her free hand reaching up to wrap around his bicep as she tried to calm herself down.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Allison was the first to speak, looking at Scott with wild and questioning eyes, “Can somebody please explain to me what’s going on because I’m freaking out here.  And I would like to know why.” Scott looked at her, jaw slacked, before disbanding from the group to lean on a table as he figured out what to say.  Allison’s eyebrows knitted together in confusion, “Scott?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Stiles carefully watched the people around him and glanced down at Kat as he spoke up, “Somebody killed the janitor.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“What?” Kat gasped, looking up at Stiles with horror covering her features.  She knew that everyone around her shared the same expression.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Yeah, the janitor’s dead.” Stiles restated.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Kat started shaking her head and dropped Stiles' hand as she took a few steps back, “What are you talking about?  Stiles, this is a seriously messed up joke.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Who killed him?” Jackson asked, believing Stiles' words and moving to stand in front of the girls as if to protect them from Stiles.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“No, no, no,” Lydia started to murmur, “This was supposed to be over; the mountain lion killed -- ”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Don’t you get it?” Jackson snapped, “There wasn’t a mountain lion.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Who was it?” Kat asked, the revelation of information waking something inside her.  She was slowly separating herself from the emotions of the situation, becoming independent, and starting to rationally think.  If there was a way to survive this, she would think of it.  But she needed the information necessary to do it. “What does he want?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Allison was starting to derail, becoming the opposite of Kat. “What’s happening?  Scott!”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎It was almost as if Allison’s voice broke his trance, and he stood up straight as he stammered an excuse, “I -- I don’t know.  I just . . . If we go out there, he’s going to kill us.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Us?” Lydia asked, disbelief and fear laced through her words, “He’s going to kill us?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Who?” Kat repeated. “Who is it, Scott?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎The group stared at Scott as he struggled to develop any form of an answer.  Finally, he sighed and shook his head, still facing away from the group as he finally decided on what to say. “It’s Derek.  It’s Derek Hale.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Kat’s brows knitted together in confusion.  Derek Hale?  She hadn’t heard that name in years.  She remembered hearing the stories about how his entire family died in a fire ten years ago, but she never knew that he stuck around.  And now he was killing people?  Why?

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Stiles' mouth dropped in shock as the news settled over everyone.  Jackson was in disbelief, much like the girls around him, as he asked, “Derek killed the janitor?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Are you sure?” asked Allison.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“I saw him,” Scott insisted.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Lydia still wanted to believe that it was an animal, “The mountain lion -- ”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“No!” Scott cut her off, “Derek killed them.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“All of them?” Kat asked.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Yes, starting with his own sister.” Scott continued.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“The bus driver?” Allison asked.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“And the guy in the video store.  It’s been Derek the whole time.  He’s in here with us.” Scott quickly said, finally turning to the group, “And if we don’t get out now, he’s going to kill us, too.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎The group once again fell into silence.  They stared at Scott with varying expressions, disbelief, distrust, fear.  It was beginning to become too much for Scott, and Kat could see it, so she decided to speak up with the most logical solution to their problem.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Call the cops.” Kat simply said.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“No,” Stiles immediately answered, oddly calm for their situation.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“What do you mean, “no?”” Jackson spat, stepping closer to Stiles as if to intimidate him.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Stiles shrugged, “I mean no.  Do you wanna hear it in Spanish?  No.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Although she was bewildered by his opposition to calling the police given their situation, Kat couldn’t help but crack a grin at how he added a slight Spanish accent onto the last “no” he said to Jackson.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Look, Derek killed three people, okay?” Stiles continued, trying to get everyone on his side. “We don’t know what he’s armed with.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Your dad is armed with an entire sheriff’s department.  Call him.” Jackson demanded, clenching his jaw angrily as Lydia started searching for her phone in her purse.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“I’m calling.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“No, Lydia, would you just hold on a second?” Stiles quickly said, moving forward to take the phone out of her hand, but Jackson stopped him by forcefully pushing his shoulder back.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Kat jumped between them, holding a hand out to stop them from pouncing on each other as Lydia called the police, “Leave each other alone; we don’t need two murderers in the school right now.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎The boys glared at one another before they turned to Lydia, who had finally gotten a hold of the police.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Yes, we’re at Beacon Hills High School.  We’re trapped, and we need you to -- ” Lydia started but was quickly cut off by the dispatcher.  Her brows furrowed as she pulled the phone away from her ear, “She hung up on me.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“The police hung up on you?” Allison asked, just as confused as the rest of the group.  But, at least they could agree that it was strange for the police to hang up on a caller.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“She said they got a tip warning them that there are gonna be prank calls about a break-in at the high school,” Lydia explained. “She said that if I called again that they’re gonna trace it and have me arrested.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Call again, Lyds.” Kat urgently said, but Stiles shot down her idea yet again.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“No, they won’t trace a cell.” Stiles said, “They’ll send a car to your house before they send anyone here.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Allison started stuttering, wholly baffled, as she ran her hands through her hair, “What the -- what -- what is this?  Why does Derek wanna kill us?  Why is he killing anyone?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Five pairs of eyes turned to Scott, silently asking him to fill in the blanks.  All they wanted was answers, and all Scott wanted to do was give them to them, but he didn’t know what he could tell them.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Why’s everyone looking at me?” Scott suddenly asked.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Is he the one that sent the texts to Kat and Allison?” Lydia asked, eyes widening at the realization.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“No!” Scott quickly said, covering his fear with confusion, “I mean, I don’t know.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Is he the one that called the police?” Allison asked.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“I don’t know!” Scott loudly snapped.  Allison’s jaw dropped in shock, and she stepped behind Kat to distance herself from Scott.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Stiles decided to settle the group down a little, so they could rationally think, “Alright, why don’t we just back off the throttle here, yeah?” Stiles nodded at the people around him before pulling Scott away to speak in hushed tones, away from the carefully listening ears of the group.  Jackson and the girls stood idly by and watched as Scott and Stiles conversed, and they could tell that it was starting to become an argument.  Jackson hated not doing anything to benefit them in their current predicament and interrupted them with an insult.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Okay, assheads,” Jackson began, “New plan.  Stiles calls his useless dad and tells him to send someone with a gun and decent aim.  Are we good with that?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Kat watched as Stiles' face paled, realizing that they were out of options.  His jaw hung open as he shook his head, silently saying that was the last thing he wanted to do.  Kat could tell that her brother wanted to side with his best friend, but he had to do what was best for everyone.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“He’s right,” Scott finally said, catching Stiles' eye apologetically, “Tell him the truth if you have to; just call him.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Stiles lowered his voice, but Kat still caught his words to Scott, “I’m not watching my dad get eaten alive.” Kat’s eyes widened at his words, but before she could question him on what he meant, Jackson decided to play hero and reached out to Stiles.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Alright, give me the phone.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Stiles rounded on Jackson and punched him square in the jaw, sending the Whittemore boy down to the floor with a hand covering his face and shock spreading over his features.  Allison called out for the boy as Kat gasped and rushed over to Stiles to separate him from Jackson if the Whittemore boy decided that he wanted to settle the score.  Allison knelt beside Jackson and whipped around with a slightly horrified look as she met Stiles' eyes.  The Stilinski boy was breathing heavily as he recovered from what he had just done and pushed Kat and Scott off of him before reluctantly pulling out his phone and dialing his father’s phone number.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Dad, hey, it’s me.” Stiles began, dropping his arm to his side as he sighed, “And it’s your voicemail.  Look, I need you to call me back now.  Like, right now.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Loud banging noises suddenly echoed through the cafeteria as everyone jumped and turned to the source.  The barricaded door started to rattle as something repeatedly and forcefully pounded on the other side.  Kat instinctively snatched Stiles' hand in her own as the group retreated to the back of the room.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“We’re at the school, okay?” Stiles continued his voicemail to his father, somehow sounding calm through it all.  Kat knew it was so his father could hear the other noises in the room so he’d believe the danger they were in. “Dad, we’re at the school.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎The door continued to shake and rattle as whatever was on the other side continued their animalistic rampage to get to the teens, screws falling out of the hinges and the bolts bending out of place.  Kat jumped with each bang and tightened her grip on Stiles' hand.  Somehow, in its frantic state, her brain still managed to think of a way for them to escape.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“The kitchen,” she suddenly said, “The door out of the kitchen leads to the stairwell.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Which only goes up,” Scott reminded her.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Up is better than here.” Stiles agreed with Kat and turned to direct the group to the kitchen door.  The group started running again, hurriedly following one after the other to make it to the temporary safety of the second floor.  They came out to the top of the stairwell and immediately checked the classroom doors to see if any were open.  Kat looked around and realized they were in the science wing and took off down the hall, quietly telling everyone to follow her.  She remembered that while she was searching for Scott and Stiles, she found that one of her teachers had left his classroom unlocked.  The group filed in after her, and as soon as the door was shut and locked, Scott placed a stool under the doorknob for an extra layer of protection.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎With wide eyes, they all tried to quiet their breathing and listen for any movement in the silence that was suddenly suffocating them.  Kat had an iron grip on Stiles and Scott’s arms as she stood between them.  Scott went to check the window in the door, but Kat and Stiles stopped him as they suddenly heard a faint growl-like sound in the hallway.  Kat’s eyes filled with fearful tears as she watched a shadow cross over the window in the door, but they soon became relieved tears as it passed by, not detecting the group in the classroom.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Jackson, how many people can fit in your car?” Scott quietly asked, formulating a plan to escape now that he thought they had a better chance of getting out alive.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Five, if someone squeezes on someone’s lap,” Jackson answered.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Five?” Allison scoffed, “Kat and I barely fit in the back.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“I think we could all fit, given the circumstances,” Kat quickly said, but she was cut off by Stiles.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“It doesn’t matter,” Stiles whispered, shaking his head as he looked at everyone around him. “There’s no getting out without drawing attention.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“What about this?” Kat suddenly asked, moving across the room to the emergency exit door behind the teacher’s desk.  The group followed her as she said, “This leads to the roof.  We can go down the fire escape to the parking lot in, like, seconds.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Stiles shot down the idea, “That’s a deadbolt.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“The janitor has a key,” Scott said, realizing that Kat had a good plan.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“You mean his body has it,” Stiles said, shaking his head at the McCall siblings.  Kat scowled and crossed her arms over her chest.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“I can get it,” Scott said, immediately earning a hushed yet stern and sarcastic protest from Kat.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Well, gee, that sounds like an incredibly terrible plan; what else you got?” Kat spat, shaking her head at him as she joined Jackson, Lydia, and Allison by the door again.  She heard a quiet quarrel between her brother and Stiles before Scott came up by her side in front of Allison, indicating that he was serious about getting the key from the janitor’s body.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Are you serious?” Allison asked, taking the same stance as Kat and crossing her arms over her chest as she disagreed with his choice.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Well, it’s the best plan.” Scott tried to defend himself, shrugging slightly. “Someone has to get the key if we wanna get out of here.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“You can’t go out there unarmed,” Allison said, fear reflecting in her eyes in the dark room.  Scott defeatedly looked around the room and picked up the thing closest to him, which happened to be a cartoon hand pointer that the teacher would occasionally use in a lame attempt to earn the class' attention.  The group gave him disapproving glares.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Well, it’s better than nothing.” Scott sighed.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Kat shook her head, “There’s gotta be something else.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“There is,” Lydia spoke up, her eyes locked on a cabinet behind Allison.  It was the cabinet that held all of the chemicals they used in class.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Stiles, ever the downer, smartly said, “What are we gonna do?  Throw acid on him?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“No,” Lydia shortly said, “Like a firebomb.  In there is everything you need to make a self-igniting molotov cocktail.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Self-igniting -- ”  Stiles began.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Molotov cocktail.  Lydia, you’re brilliant!” Kat finished, celebrating her friend’s brain with a bright smile.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Lydia, usually one to soak up any attention doted on her, shuffled uncomfortably under the watchful eyes she was receiving for being more intelligent than Jackson could be.  Finally, she shrugged, “No, I think I read it somewhere.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Although impressed by her smarts, Stiles had to remind them that they couldn’t utilize them. “We don’t have a key for that either.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Jackson sighed and rolled his eyes before breaking the glass with his elbow.  Kat and Lydia rushed forward and grabbed all the necessary ingredients for a self-igniting molotov cocktail, carefully setting them on the closest desk so Lydia could cook up the firebomb.  Kat and Jackson handed her any chemical she asked for without hesitation, but when she asked for the sulfuric acid from Jackson, the Whittemore boy paused.  His hand hovered over one chemical before he grabbed a different one, and Lydia nor Kat checked the label before Lydia poured it into the beaker with the concoction and put the cork stopper in the top of the beaker.  She held it out to Scott, but Allison still wasn’t okay with the plan.

‎ ‎���‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“No,” the Argent girl suddenly stepped forward, looking at Scott pleadingly. “No, this is insane; you can’t do this.  You cannot go out there.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“We can’t just sit here waiting for Stiles' dad to check his messages.” Scott contradicted her, ready to play hero and save them all.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“You could die,” Allison sharply said, “Don’t you get that?  He’s killed three people.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Kat hadn’t wholly thought of that.  Her brother could die.  She was suddenly back on Allison’s side, but Scott bulldozed over anything she was about to say.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“And we’re next.  Somebody has to do something.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Scott started to move towards the classroom door, but Allison stood in his way, sobbing as she tried again to change his mind, “Scott, just stop.  Do you remember -- do you remember when you told me you knew whether or not I was lying?  That I had a tell?” Scott nodded. “So do you.  You’re a horrible liar, and you’ve been lying all night.  Just -- just, please.  Please don’t go.  Please don’t leave us.  Please.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Scott hesitated, looking around at the group in the room.  Kat moved around the table to assist Allison in getting Scott to stay, but Stiles had gently wrapped an arm around her and kept her close to him.  He was quietly whispering reassurances in her ear as she cried.  The reality of the situation was finally settling in, and she didn’t know what to do.  Scott met her eyes, and he felt his heart break, but he had already made up his mind.  He had to save everyone.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Lock it behind me,” Scott told Stiles, turning to make a quick escape, but Allison was just as fast.  Kat stepped forward, but Stiles tightened his grip on her waist and pulled her back as Allison fell back on her last resort.  She grabbed Scott’s face and kissed him.  Scott wanted nothing more than to relax into her and stay precisely where he was, but he also knew that he needed to save his sister and friends.  Scott pulled away and tried to give everyone a bold look before finally slipping out of the classroom and into the hallway.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Stiles moved forward with Kat to lock the door after Scott, and he was prepared to ask Jackson to hold her back, but she instead reached out and wrapped her arms around Allison.  The girls quietly cried in each other’s arms, not wanting to think that that would be the last time they saw Scott.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎The tension in the room was not ignored as Kat and Allison calmed down, somehow finding it in themselves to put some faith in Scott that he could evade Derek to get the keys and get them all to safety.  The group settled on and around the desk near the door.  Allison sat atop it, Kat stood beside her with Stiles stuck like glue to her side, and Jackson and Lydia towards the end of the table.  Kat had an arm linked through Stiles' and the other resting on Allison’s leg, calming herself down with the physical contact.  She knew that she’d be a mess of anxiety and fright without them.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Allison sighed, growing tired of the silence around them.  She was the type of person to voice her thoughts, and when she didn’t do that for long periods of time, especially in times of high stress, she became incredibly antsy.  She leaned forward and started chewing on her nails before voicing everyone’s current thoughts.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“I don’t get this.” She began, “I don’t get why he’s out there and why he left us.  And I can’t . . . I can’t stop my hands from shaking.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Jackson had a soft, almost sympathetic look on his face as he reached out and took her hands in his own. “It’s okay.  Okay, it’s gonna be okay.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Lydia’s eyes snapped to the pair before flashing up to Kat’s, a betrayed glint shining in them.  Kat shook her head, trying to silently tell her that it meant nothing and that he was just trying to comfort a friend, but the red color flushing Lydia’s cheeks told Kat that she wasn’t buying it.  Kat wasn’t so sure that she was, either.  She hadn’t missed the look he gave Allison when he told them to be careful before they entered the high school earlier that night.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Lydia busied herself with anything she could in her jealous state, and her eyes settled on the chemicals still sitting on the teacher’s desk.  Her eyes narrowed as she looked over the bottles and her head tipped to the side.  She was suddenly questioning the chemicals she had put in the molotov cocktail.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Jackson, you handed me the sulfuric acid, right?” Lydia asked, eyes still trained on the chemicals. “It has to be sulfuric acid.  It won’t ignite if it’s not.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“I gave you exactly what you asked for, didn’t I?” Jackson snapped. “Maybe Kat mixed up a chemical, don’t accuse me.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Lydia flinched and took the most minor step away from her boyfriend, shaking her head. “No, I’m sure you did.  I was just making sure.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Kat’s heart dropped as she looked at the chemicals.  Anger suddenly filled her body as she stood up straight, and her eyes glared daggers in Jackson’s direction. “I swear to god, Whittemore.  If you let your stupid ego get in the way because you couldn’t stand for someone else to be the center of attention and my brother ends up dead, Derek won’t be the only one you have to worry about.  I’ll kill you before he even has the chance to -- ”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Stiles reached out to pull Kat back into his side before she could start to physically attack Jackson when a deafening roar started to thunder through the school, causing the locks hanging from lockers to rattle and clank against the metal.  Kat cried out and covered her ears, and Jackson suddenly fell to the floor, a hand flying to the back of his neck as he screamed in pain.  Lydia and Allison collapsed beside him as Stiles tried to steady Kat, who was wincing and wobbling on her feet as she groaned in anguish.  A sharp pain pierced her ears, almost as if a needle was being pushed into her eardrum.  She had quieted down as the roar faded into nothingness, as did the pain in her ears, and Jackson had been the one to earn everyone’s attention as Lydia and Allison stood him up.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“No, I’m fine.” Jackson sharply said, stumbling away from his girlfriend with a hand still clamped onto the back of his neck. “Seriously, I’m okay.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“That didn’t sound okay at all,” Allison probed, trying to get him to open up and let them in so they could help him.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“What’s that on the back of your neck?” Stiles mumbled, reaching a hand out to pull the collar of Jackson’s jacket down, but his hand was slapped away before it could get too close.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Jackson shook his head, “I said I’m fine.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“It’s been there for days,” Lydia said, trying to egg him on and start yet another fight. “He won’t tell me what happened.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“As if you actually care.” Jackson quipped, effectively shutting Lydia up.  The people around him scowled.  They all knew Lydia truly cared for Jackson, no matter how horribly he treated her.  Kat grumbled and stepped forward to give him a piece of her mind, but Stiles quickly reacted and held her back, locking his arms around her and quietly telling her that he wasn’t worth it.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Lydia, however, didn’t have someone to hold her back, and the couple engaged in a full-blown argument.  Petty insults were being thrown back and forth, but Kat was focused on the sounds outside of the classroom.  A faint sound that reminded her of nails scratching on metal quietly echoed through the hallway, and soon following was the sound of the lock sliding into place on the classroom door.  Kat, who had slouched against Stiles' chest, suddenly stood up straight as she listened to the lock break in the door.  She gasped and forced her way out of Stiles' hold, rushing towards the door and calling out her brother’s name.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎This earned the group's attention, and suddenly everyone was flush against the door, calling out Scott’s name and letting questions tumble out of their mouths in their confused state.  Allison grabbed the handle and was furiously twisting it to get it open, but she knew it was no use.  They were safely locked in, and Scott was locked out with the murderer.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Allison was getting more and more intense, banging on the door and shouting her boyfriend’s name until Lydia yelled at her to stop.  Kat pulled Allison away from the door as they all turned to look at Lydia with expectant faces.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Do you hear that?” Lydia asked, looking towards the windows with a hopeful expression.  The group immediately quieted down, listening hard for what Lydia had heard.  Kat let out a relieved gasp when she heard it, collapsing into Allison as grateful tears pricked her eyes.  Sirens.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Listen,” Lydia breathed, a smile forming on her face for the first time all night.  The group ran towards the windows, watching with thankfulness in their hearts as flashing red and blue lights filled the parking lot.  Noah had gotten Stiles' voicemail.  They were saved.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Kat sat in the back of an ambulance as they checked her over, and a deputy took her statement.  Besides a few bruises from hitting her limbs on walls in their haste to survive and an ever-growing headache, she was fine.  The EMT, which happened to be the one that she had shadowed just a week prior, just wanted to make sure that she didn’t have any substantial injuries (“Your mom will kill me if I don’t do a thorough check, we both know she would,” said the EMT).  She waited for her friends to be released from the other ambulances, but she took the time to think over everything she had been through that night.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎She was beyond happy to be alive and unharmed, but if it hadn’t been for Stiles, she wouldn’t have been in that mess in the first place.  So what were they doing there, anyway?  Was it really Derek that lured everyone there?  If so, why?  The two people she knew who had a connection with him weren’t there with them.  Was it a ploy, a distraction?  As much as she tried to make sense of everything, she couldn’t.  She was only sure of two things: she was utterly exhausted, both mentally and physically, and she was pissed at Stiles and Scott for bringing her into their problem, even if they didn’t send the texts to Allison and herself.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Finally, the EMT let her walk away from the ambulance.  She made a direct beeline to Stiles and wasted no time wrapping her arms around his waist and burying her face in his chest, taking a deep breath to let out even the slightest bit of stress.  As soon as she had physical contact with him, she immediately felt better.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Stiles chuckled and let his arms secure themselves around her.  He glanced at Scott, who was standing a few yards away, staring at them with a look that seemed to be a mixture of smugness and discomfort.  Stiles let his hands run up and down Kat’s back, knowing she needed to be comforted.  After another minute, Kat took a breath and stepped away from the Stilinski boy, feeling much better than before.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“What was that for?” Stiles asked, a light tint of a blush dusting over his entire face.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Kat sweetly smiled, feeling her face heat up because she could make him blush.  She shrugged, feeling her smile drop into a grin. “Oh, don’t get me wrong, I’m pissed that you dragged me into this, whether it was unintentional or not, but I’m glad you’re okay.  We all had a bad night, and I just needed a hug.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Stiles chuckled and shoved his hands into his jacket pockets before Scott made a noise and waved him over.  Lydia was doing the same thing with Kat, and the McCall girl held up a finger before looking at Stiles again.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Thanks for keeping me from killing Jackson earlier.” Kat said, a grin toying on her lips before it fell into a genuine smile, “And thank you for holding my hand and keeping me relatively calm all night.  I didn’t think you’d remember how much that helps.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Stiles made a ‘pfft’ sound and smiled at her, “Please, we’ve been married since kindergarten.  I know everything about my girl.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Kat rolled her eyes and felt a blush start to creep up her neck. “I’ll see you later, Stilinski.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎The McCall girl shook her head and met with Lydia and Jackson at Jackson’s car before sliding into the backseat.  She took a long breath and watched the school fade away as Jackson drove back into town.  Now that the adrenaline had left her system, she was left with her true feelings about the situation.  She could have died.  Scott could have died.  Stiles, Allison, Lydia, Jackson.  All of them could have died.  And Scott left them to fulfill his dream of impressing Allison by being the hero when it could have cost him his life.  With a heavy heart, she shut her eyes and willed herself to not replay the events of the night.  At least, not yet.  She didn’t think she could handle it.

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someone said this reminds them of derek and stiles 😭

[redroses07]

Just Friends // Stiles Stilinski

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Fem!Reader

WC:1.7k

Summary: Stiles is struggling after being controlled by the Nogitsune, and he turns to you for help. But little does he know, it will turn your friendship into so much more. Takes place after season 3. (Allison isn't dead!!!)

Warnings: Swearing, angsty as fuck, sad Stiles, kissing, implied smut if you squint?, PTSD.

A/N: HI GUYS!!! I really like this fic and ofc I hope y'all will too! This is my first time writing about Stiles and I think I did pretty well! As always, enjoy!! And comments and reblogs are appreciated. P.S. lmk if y'all want me to do a part 2 where they tell their friends (Scott's reaction hee hee) - Claire ♡

After Stiles was released from the control of the Nogitsune, things seemed to go back to normal. Well, at least that’s what one would think from the outside.

The series of events had taken a severe toll on Stiles’s mental health, and even though he did a good job of hiding it, you were the one person who seemed to know what he needed.

It all started about a week after everything happened, it was the middle of the night and you were jolted awake by the sound of your phone buzzing by your head.

You were about to hit decline but then you saw it was Stiles and feelings of worry began to stir within you.

You quickly answered, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes as you forced yourself awake.

"Stiles, is everything okay?"

"Yeah...well not really. I hate to ask, but do you think you could drive over to my house. I just really don't want to be alone right now." Stiles's voice was groggy, and laced with exhaustion. The fact alone that he was asking you this made you immediately agree.

You hopped out of bed, not bothering to change out of your pajamas, slipped on your slippers, and you were on your way.

Your house wasn't far from Stiles's, about a five minute drive with no traffic.

You lived directly in the middle of him and Scott, being only a short distance from each. The close proximity was the main reason the three of you had stayed so close throughout your school years.

"Friends", that's all you and Stiles had ever been. Although, neither of you could deny the chemistry between the two of you, risking your friendship never seemed worth it.

It was on this night that all that would begin to change.

When you arrived at Stiles's house, he had left the door unlocked for you so you wouldn't have to fumble around with the spare key in the dark.

You found Stiles laying on his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. He looked lost in thought, his eyes rimmed with dark circles. It hurt seeing him look so drastically different from the Stiles you knew, and you wanted to do whatever you could to help.

You laid down next to him, your body facing his.

"Hey..." Stiles began, still staring at the ceiling.

"Stiles, what's going on? You know you can trust me with anything right?"

"Yeah...It's just a lot to put into words." Stiles's voice cracked, which told you that he was fighting tears.

You sat up and stiles copied the movement. You were now both facing each other, sitting legs crossed on his bed. You pushed aside the unspoken vow between the two of you and placed his hands in yours. Stiles's breath hitched, and you could tell he was avoiding eye contact with you.

"Take all the time you need, I'll listen to every word." you said softly.

"I know everyone thinks I'm doing okay, but I can't even function. I can't sleep without having nightmares. I can't eat or do anything without remembering all the awful stuff he made me do. I didn't know who else to tell except you. Scott has his own set of issues, and you're the only person I trust like this."

Stiles began to ramble, and your heart broke as he did. How had you not noticed earlier? Yes, it had only been a week, but you knew Stiles better than anyone. You felt like an awful best friend.

"I'm so tired, I just want to feel normal again." He could no longer hold back the tears, the dam broke and Stiles became a sobbing mess.

You pulled him into your arms with no hesitation, which only made Stiles want to cry.

"No, no I'm going to get your clothes all wet." Stiles protested trying to pull away, but you wouldn't let him.

"A few tears never hurt anyone." You said.

At that Stiles let himself fall into you, his body going limp with exhaustion. You tried not to cry along with him, wiping your burning eyes to prevent the tears.

"It'll be okay." You whispered as Stiles's sobs turned into sniffles. He finally looked up, his cheeks wet from the tears that had escaped his puffy eyes.

You did the only thing you could think of and gave him two kisses, one peck on each cheek. Stiles lips turned up in a small smile, his cheeks still turning red despite his current state.

"I think the first thing we need to do is get you to bed." You smiled, pushing Stiles's messy hair back.

He looks at you and nods without moving from your arms. You lean back on his bed, pulling him with you. You positioned yourself to where Stiles was resting on top of your body, his head pressed to your chest. You kept your arms wrapped around him, squeezing his body in an attempt to comfort him.

As you were settling down you heard Stiles whisper your name softly.

"Yeah?"

"Promise you'll wake me up if I'm having a nightmare?"

"I promise." You replied as you reached down and laced your fingers with his.

Stiles gave you a half-hearted smile in response, his puffy eyes glazed over from fatigue.

"Thank you." Stiles murmured, fighting sleep.

"Shhh." Was your only response as you traced your fingers along his back.

"I love you." It was an incoherent whisper, so much that you couldn't be sure of his words. But something told you you had heard correctly.

By the time you went to reciprocate the statement, the room was filled with Stiles's muffled snores.

You sighed and proceeded to fall asleep yourself.

Stiles slept through the night for the first time in weeks.

After that the trajectory of your relationship began to shift.

From holding Stiles's hand to remind him that everything was okay when you were with your friends, to staying up all night listening to him talk.

You rarely got to sleep at home anymore, but you didn't mind. You weren't far if you needed something, and it helped Stiles get a good night's sleep. Yet he would still apologize every time. "I'm sorry to bother you again.", "I promise this is the last time.", when in reality you were definitely okay with an excuse to spend more time with him.

You had become his anchor to reality, and Stiles could feel things beginning to look up with every day that passed.

Your friends picked up on it too.

"So, are you and Stiles together, or..." Lydia and Allison asked when they managed to corner you at your locker one day. It was a question you didn't know how to answer. Eventually landing on, 'it's complicated.'

"What's going on with you and Stiles, I'm starting to feel like a third wheel when we're together." It was a joke, but there was certainly some truth behind it.

You laughed it off and changed the subject, but didn't forget the comment that night when you and Stiles laid in each other's arms drifting off to sleep.

Surprisingly, it wasn't you who finally brought it up, but Stiles.

It was a Friday night, and the two of you were at your house instead of his.

"Shit, I forgot clothes to change into." Stiles said as he fumbled through his backpack.

"It's all good, I have a spare pair of clothes in my drawer for you." You replied, pointing to the dresser.

Stiles smiled and laughed, holding eye contact with you for perhaps a moment too long.

"You take care of so much for me, sometimes I feel like you're my wife." It was a casual statement, but it put you at a loss for words.

You laughed awkwardly, failing to come up with a reply.

Stiles could very clearly read your emotions, he pushed the drawer shut and walked back over to sit next to you.

You tried to calm yourself, but your heart wouldn't stop beating at what felt like an unhealthy pace.

"You're my best friend..." Stiles began, taking your clammy hands in his.

"You've done so much for me in the past few weeks, just like a best friend should; but I can't help thinking that this feels like something more."

You felt as if the world stopped. You knew this conversation would come, but definitely not now. Your brain seemed to stop producing thoughts.

"Please tell me I'm not imagining all of this. I know this is a lot at once, but Y/N I love you." Stiles's voice shook from the overwhelming nerves.

"I love you too." You spoke for the first time in minutes, it felt amazing after you had heard it fall from his lips that first night you spent together.

Stiles's eyes gazed into yours, and suddenly the feeling of just your hands touching wasn't enough.

You reached over and grabbed Stiles face, finally closing the gap between the two of you.

You pulled Stiles down as you did, his body landing on top of you sinking into the kiss.

You tugged on his hair lightly, pulling him as close to you as humanly possible. Stiles fell deeper into the kiss, locking your hands together and pressing your body further into the soft mattress.

After a few minutes of pure bliss you broke apart. The air that filled your lungs was both a blessing and a curse. You needed to breathe, but the absence of his touch only made you want him more.

Stiles hovered over you, the sound of his heavy breathing was the only thing you could hear over your own beating heart.

"So I take it you're not just my best friend anymore?" Stiles giggled, pressing his forehead gently against yours.

"Nope."

You gave a sly smile before pulling Stiles down by his shirt and connecting your lips once more.

[avada-kedavra-bitch-187-films]

Teen wolf question

I have a question about teen wolf and i need help answering it. I thought about it and now I’m so interested in the answer and it’s driving me crazy that i don’t know

So you know if they kill an innocent person their eyes turn from golden to blue well if they kill an innocent person before they turn are they automatically blue or what

[outcastpack]

So I heard its Theos bday today for some so here's some Theo bday posts

[doting-dov3]

Can anyone give me fic recs for pack mom Stiles? Like some lengthy, juicy, well written fic with a good plot? Maybe with Sterek?

It can be on any platform but I feel like I’ve been searching for a good fic to read for months and they’re all either escaping me or don’t exist? Please help, I need this 🫠🥲

[mummybear]

My Brother's Best Friend - Chapter One - Unexpected Night

Words: 4079

Warnings: Swearing, Dirty Talk, Attempted Assault (Implied Sexual), Possessive Stiles, Protective Stiles, Grinding, Talk Of Marking, Protective Scott. Think that's it.

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Reader/Sadie McCall, Lydia Martin, Liam Dunbar, Allison Argent, Travis(OC)

Summary: Stiles Stilinski has always been your weakness, but since he was your brother's best friend you'd stayed away. When Stiles comes back to Beacon Hills fresh from his time in the FBI Academy something is very different about the boy you once knew.

A/N So hey guys! I know it's been a while hopefully this is the start of me getting back into my writing! We shall see. I really hope you guys enjoy this, any feedback is encouraged as always, and please let me know if you would like a tag as I update.

Chapter 1 - Unexpected Night

I can’t believe this goddamn party is still going on. I am far too drunk right now, I just want to  sleep. However, as usual, my dumbass brother is too busy making out with his girlfriend. Don’t get me wrong, Allison is amazing, and I’m so happy for them. They had realised that they belonged together not long ago, after years of dating something happened. Scott didn’t explain it further than saying it was a wolf thing, that apparently I wouldn’t understand. 

Mom always tells me never to go home by myself, however, right now I’m seriously considering it. I don’t even know why I came here tonight. It was stupid, they’re all his friends anyway, the great Scott McCall, I’m pretty sure people forget that I even exist. Not that I have any ill feelings towards him, he’s my brother, yes he might be a giant pain in the ass but all he’s ever done is protect me and look out for me.

If I’m honest with myself, I do know why I came here tonight, Stiles is here. He’s finally back from his FBI training, I hadn’t asked Scott too much about the situation, or how long he was back for. In fact I hadn’t even seen him yet. 

Yes it’s one giant cliche. I have the world's biggest crush on my big brother’s best and oldest friend. I think I have since I was ten and Stiles was fourteen, I’ve been following them around for the better part of ten years. Before that I’d avoided them as much as possible. Then one day everything changed, as soon as I started hanging out with Scott and his friends, I finally felt like I fit in. I’m not sure what changed exactly, but whatever it was made it easier for me to become part of their group. Scott’s probably everything a big brother should be, and I know if he knew what I felt for Stiles he’d try and talk to me about it. Probably try and make me see what I’m already afraid of, that Stiles and I wouldn’t work. 

Not really sure why I’m having these thoughts, probably has something to do with the fact that I’m drunk off my ass, in this random ass house. And while it may not be the best time for it, when I’ve been drinking my mind tends to wander. 

After finally traipsing my way upstairs I find a bedroom, one that doesn’t really appear to belong to anyone, at least not permanently. Maybe it’s a spare room? People still have those, right? I close the door softly behind me. I’m unable to find a lock for the door, so I opt to just lay down for a minute or two, just to rest my eyes. I quickly climb up onto the bed and as soon as my head hits the pillow I let out a sigh of relief, finally giving in. I close my eyes, hoping that both the room and my head will stop spinning at some point soon. I can hear some kind of arguing going on behind the door, but I can’t bring myself to open my eyes, it feels like they’re being weighed down, I hadn’t had a drink in such a long time, but I don’t remember it ever hitting me like this before.

Suddenly there’s the sound of the door crashing open, as it bounces hard against the wall, before it slams closed again. I wince, feeling a throbbing in my head suddenly and manage to wrench my eyes open. However, they snap all the way open in fear as soon as I register the big body standing in the corner of the room. I can feel eyes on me as a tense silence settles over the room. Clearly he knows I’m awake, but he’s yet to make a move. 

A sudden sickness overtakes me, when I hear Stiles on the other side of the door, quieter, but still audible, shouting my name, or his nickname for me. Mini or Mini McCall was the go to name for me among most of Scott’s friends. He sounds worried as he calls for me, and my head is so foggy that I can’t concentrate on anything, I can’t even tell if I’m imagining Stiles calling for me, why would he want to find me? He hadn’t so much as texted me since he’d been home, much less tried to see me or speak to me in person. It was strange, almost like he was avoiding me, even Stiles’s dad hadn’t seen him yet.

I clear my throat, testing out if I can speak or not, but the nerves are clear in my every word. “W-Who are you?” I manage to stutter out, my throat a little sore and my voice a bit hoarse. 

“Don’t you worry about it, Doll. Just close your eyes, don’t worry about anything, I'll take real good care of you. Go back to sleep,” there’s a clear threat in that deep voice, one that makes me shudder. 

I quickly sit up, doing my best to ignore the way the entire room blurs and moves once again. As I try to back myself into a corner, trying to make myself as small as possible. I know it’s stupid, but I also know I don’t stand a chance in hell of standing up right now, I’m scared and drunk off my ass, feeling like a fucking idiot for isolating myself in a freaking bedroom of all places, I should’ve just found Scott, or even Lydia.

He smirks at me as starts to walk closer and I can finally see his face. I don’t recognise him, but that isn’t really a shock, he’s definitely older than me, not sure if he’s older than my brother though. A sickness coats my throat just seeing the look on his face, the sick twisted grin. The door hasn’t stopped rattling since he stepped inside, so I keep my gaze fastened to it. 

I’m hoping for a miracle, however unlikely it might be. He closes in on me until I can no longer see the door behind him, because this guy's huge hulking frame is blocking my view of anything but him. On instinct I close my eyes and hold my legs tighter, and I finally let out a scream.

“Stiles!” The scream sounds helpless and terrified as it’s ripped from somewhere deep within me, which makes complete sense, given the current circumstances.

He reaches for me, I can feel his large moist palm as he grips my knee squeezing roughly, trying to pry my legs down or apart, with enough force to leave a bruise. But before he can get too far, the door smashes open against the wall once more, revealing a much more welcome intruder. My heart thuds even harder in my chest, because the guy releases me in surprise and whirls around on my saviour. 

I see him then, Stiles Stilinski in the flesh. And what flesh it is, he’s put on muscle lately. Muscle that could rival even that of my big brother, the true Alpha. But this guy is huge and I can see Stiles gulp from across the room, but his eyes harden as the flick between me and the guy who still has his hand firmly gripping my knee.

“Get your filthy fucking hands off of her!” Stiles shouts, taking another step into the room.

“Nah. Not gonna happen.” The guy states with a slimy grin, as his eyes slide over me, making me wish I was anywhere else.

“I said get the fuck away from her. What the hell is wrong with you?!” Stiles growls, stepping closer to this giant of a man. But I can only watch from where I sit, still paralysed with fear.

“Get over yourself, Stilinski, we were just gonna have a little fun. Stop being so hard up, go find your own pussy. This one's mine tonight, maybe I’ll let you have a go tomorrow. After I’ve used her up, such a pretty little body, bet she’s gonna feel real fuckin’ good.”

The words almost make me throw up, but my tongue feels swollen and I can speak. My eyes lock with Stiles for the first time in years as a tear slides down my cheek. 

“I’ll make you fucking eat those words, Travis. The only thing you’re about to feel is my fist,” Stiles snarls, “take your fucking hands off of her.”

“Whose makin’ me? Your pansy ass?” Travis laughs, removing his hands and taking a few steps closer to Travis.

Suddenly those deep brown eyes draw me in like never before and my heart stills in my chest. This is the first time I’ve seen him in a few months. The FBI program has kept him so busy lately that we haven’t seen much of him. But still, I could swear there’s something a little different about him, other than his size, but there’s definitely something different about his eyes, something that I can’t quite place.

I can’t tear my gaze away, instead they fall to his lips and I shift uncomfortably where I sit, suddenly a growl tears through the room. My eyes widen and I look to the doorway behind Stiles, expecting to see my brother, but he isn’t there. I swallow thickly as my eyes automatically snap back to Stiles, and I see it, the flaring of his nostrils, the way his eyes are focused entirely on me, then I realise the sound could only have come from him. But he doesn’t share the same wolf affliction that my brother has, at least, not that I know of. How much has changed since I last saw him! 

Stiles steps closer, body tense and unflinching. All traces of fear have disappeared from his face. Now he just looks furious, more so than anyone I’ve ever seen before. 

“Mate.” Stiles snarls, shoving the guy as soon as he’s close enough, and to my utter shock and surprise the guy slams back into the wall with a crash, leaving behind an imprint of his giant body as he slides down the wall with a groan. Everything happens so fast, I don’t have time to analyse what the hell Stiles meant when he’d growled that one word. But I can’t help but shudder with excitement at the way my body responded.

Suddenly, I hear footsteps hammering up the stairs, and before I know it Scott has Stiles pinned against him, as Liam all but wrestles the other guy from the room. 

“Stiles, you need to calm down, breathe buddy. ” Scott instructs calmly, his deep red Alpha eyes flaring to life, like they would when he’s trying to calm the other members of his pack. Something flits across my brother’s face as he relaxes his grip a little. Whatever it is, seems to register with Stiles that other than my brother we’re alone in the room and safe once again.

His body goes completely lax and Scott releases the tight band he’d been holding around his best friend. I can’t help but stare as Stiles staggers towards me. Safe to say I’ve sobered up in the last five minutes.

“Can one of you tell me what the hell just happened here?” Scott asks carefully, but I can’t take my eyes off of Stiles.

“Just give us a minute, Scott. I, um, I think I should talk to Stiles.” 

I hear my brother huff out a breath before he leaves, closing the door quietly behind him.

“I’ll be back in ten if you’re not downstairs before then, we’re going home.” He calls through the door. Then the door opens again and Scott smiles at us both, “oh and thanks for having my sister's back, buddy.”

Stiles turns towards the doorway with a slight smile as his eyes lock on his Alpha, “Always, Scotty, you know that. We won’t be long.”

I finally let myself relax a little when the door closes. Stiles crawls on the bed and sits in front of me. He rests his hand over the reddened skin on my knee, and lets out another quieter growl. “I’m gonna fucking kill him. He won’t ever touch anyone ever again.” 

“Hey, I’m okay,” I whisper, resting my hand on top of his, “you saved me.” 

He runs a shaking hand through his thick hair and his eyes lock with mine once more.

“I should’ve been here. I’m supposed to protect you, I’m so fucking sorry, Mini. If that sick fuck had touched you…” He sounds so defeated and my heart squeezes at his words.

“You got here in time, you’ve always had my back. This time wasn’t any different, except maybe that,” you giggle slightly, as you nod toward the dent in the wall.

He shifts closer to me and drops his forehead against mine, letting out a contented sigh. I let my eyes slip closed for a second. For once I give myself the freedom to enjoy the closeness, I open my eyes again and those gorgeous chocolate brown eyes are focused on mine. I lick my lips and feel the shuddered breath that escapes his lips. 

Ever so gently he reaches out and his thumb brushes my bottom lip. 

“You’re so fucking beatiful. Please tell me you feel this, Mini, because you smell so damn good, I don’t know If I’m strong enough to stay away.” 

I swallow thickly as his nose nudges mine gently, my entire body practically vibrating with need. 

“Y-Yeah, I feel it,” I reply quietly, scared that if I talk too loud this dream will end, I don’t dare to tell him just how long I’ve felt these things though.

“Then we should probably talk. Because I need to tell you some things before this goes any further,” he replies, voice hoarse and strained, like it’s painful for him to speak these words. But then he goes to pull away and all my instincts go into overdrive, and I finally give in to what I want, I clamp onto him and don’t let go.

Nor do I fight the need to keep him close to me. Right where he belongs. My fingers push into his thick hair and I gently tug him back towards me, just those last few millimetres. Until his lips brush mine ever so briefly. He doesn’t even try to fight me, and I can feel the shudder that runs through his entire body when I push him back and straddle his lap, wrapping my legs around his waist. I think there’s some kind of trick of the lights because I could swear there’s this purple glow in his eyes for a few seconds before they settle back on brown. But I push the thought  away for now, and press myself a little closer. So that every part of our bodies is connected.

“Tell me later, please Stiles, I need this.” I hope I don’t sound as desperate as I feel, Stiles doesn’t move, but I hear how hard he swallows, almost like a gulp as he lets his eyes slip closed. Following his lead I let my own eyes close when his hand cups my cheek, the other hand slips somewhere much less innocent. When he cups my ass his long fingers curl and he squeezes slightly, letting out a groan of pleasure when I grind down against the obvious hardness pressing against me.

Suddenly his lips are on mine, insistent and urgent, and it feels like all the air has been sucked out of the room. Our lips are in perfect sync, and a shudder rolls through me when his tongue nudges my lips, seeking permission that I happily and easily grant. I’m rocking my hips in a steady rhythm now, and the kiss grows deeper, his fingers dig harder into my skin as he urges me to keep moving. 

Holding me as close as he physically can against his body, Stiles sits up, turning us so that my back hits the mattress and he’s hovering above me. He breaks our kiss and I gasp for breath as he drags his lips across my cheek and down into the crease of my neck. He groans as he inhales deeply, “smell so good. My mate. Just wanna mark you up, make you mine the right way.” His voice vibrates against my skin and I shiver as he laps at the soft skin of my neck.

Confusion sweeps through my lust-addled brain at his wording. 

“What do you mean?” I ask breathlessly, more confused about his words than I’d care to admit.

Pulling back to meet my eyes he smiles, and ducks his head looking a little more like the Stiles I remember. I cup his cheek gently, urging him to look at me again.

“This is why I said we should talk. I can’t do what I need to. Not without you knowing what you’re letting yourself in for. I’m not the same man I was the last time I saw you, something happened, I just…I don’t know how to begin to explain this.”

It hurts me that he sounds so defeated already, almost like he’s worried about what he has to tell me.

“Don’t you know by now, nothing you tell me will change how I see you,” I tell him honestly, pulling him closer so his body is pressed against mine, and he finally lets some of his weight rest on me.

“I wanna believe you, but I’m scared. This is huge, and I can’t let anyone down, but especially you, I can’t lose you. Especially not now I know what you are to me, not now I’m so close.” 

Before I can ask what he means there’s a hesitant knock on the door, before it slowly creaks open. Liam stands there, watching us sheepishly for a few seconds before Stiles growls at him, I can’t help but frown as I look up at my protector. But then I see it again, the purple in his eyes. 

The gasp falls from my lips unintentionally and as soon as it does Stiles snaps his gaze towards me. Closing his eyes, he takes a deep breath, his fingers tightening their hold on me and I can only stare up at him. 

“Liam, get the fuck out. Now!” Stiles snarls.

“But, Scott said…” 

Stiles is off the bed before I can react, when I do finally open my eyes I can’t believe what I’m seeing. Stiles has Liam pinned to the wall by his throat. And Liam is trying to get free, but he’s stuck fast. I can’t help but wonder, how the hell is that possible! 

Mouth agape I watch as my brother’s Beta looks over at me, “little help here, mini. Calm your man down, please.” 

My man? I inwardly ask myself, we’ve fooled around for all of 5 minutes and suddenly he’s mine. While I can’t fight the pleasure at hearing those words, I also can’t help but fight the confusion, maybe he wants me to calm Stiles down so he doesn’t have to hurt him. 

“What do you want me to do?” I ask nervously, looking between the two of them.

Stiles gives a final squeeze before dropping Liam and racing to me, covering me with his body. 

“Don’t you dare fucking look at her!” Stiles snarls, his arms shaking as he holds himself above me. “Tell Scott we’re coming and leave now!” Stiles warns in a low commanding voice that sends shivers racing across my body as he carefully tugs my skirt back into place. 

I can’t deny the pulse between my thighs, even as I clamp them shut, and the whimper that falls from my lips causes Stiles to stiffen. Before he’s off the bed, practically throwing Liam further down the hallway when he doesn’t move by himself, slamming the door behind him. Before he turns back to me. 

“God, please tell me you know what you just said,” Stiles rasps as he pulls me up off the bed and hauls me against his hard body.

“I don’t… what do you mean?” I ask, frowning in confusion, as I try to search his eyes for an answer. I hadn’t said anything… had I?

Stiles whimpers like those words cause him some kind of pain. He shakes his head, running his fingers through the thick mass of hair before tugging at it harshly. I want to comfort him but I don’t know how. Hell I don’t have a clue what the fuck is happening right now.

“We can’t do this. Not right now.” His words sound harsh and bitter, no matter how softly he speaks them.

I stumble away from him, confusion and hurt lancing through me like an actual weapon. I know there’s a reason for this, but it doesn’t hurt any less, doesn’t feel any less like rejection either. Tears fill my eyes, it’s irrational and I don’t feel even remotely in control of my emotions right now, but I can’t stop it, maybe i’m still drunk. Though it doesn’t feel like that’s it. Stiles steps towards me again and I step back, “no, no. Please, Sadie, I want to. But not until you know everything! I swear to you, whatever you’re thinking, we can talk about it. Please, Mini, just trust me.” 

Hearing my real name on his lips is so strange, but I can’t deny that I really like hearing him say it.

I feel myself giving in, because as much as it hurts to have him turn me down, he's still one of the best people in my life. And despite myself, I’ve been in love with this pain in the ass longer than I can even remember, he’s yet to let me down in a real way. Letting out a sigh, I know it’s best to give him the chance to explain.

“Fine. Then let’s talk.” 

He swallows thickly, as I watch him carefully. Pretty sure I’m not going to like the next thing that comes out of his mouth. He looks nervous and twitchy.

He winces before he even speaks, “I’m sorry. But not here, let’s go home, there’s too many ears here. I swear I’ll tell you everything as soon as we’re safe,” he all but begs, holding out his hand for me.

Pushing away any and all doubts, I take his hand. Watching as he visibly relaxes and pulls me closer to him.

“Thank you, I promise, I’ll make this up to you,” he whispers before pressing a kiss to my inner wrist. Yet another shiver ripples through my body at the contact that I can’t control. 

He keeps me tucked into his side as we leave the room, careful to touch as few people as possible while we walk. When we finally make it outside, Scott’s waiting with the rest of the pack. Stiles looks reluctant to get in the car, judging by the way Liam forces his body closer to the opposite door Stiles’ look had been less than friendly. 

He slips inside and I can’t help but squeak in surprise as he hauls me inside with him, not into my own seat but so that my back is tightly pressed against his front, and his arms band protectively around my waist. 

“Dude. Come on! Not in my car, she’s still my little sister. Damn,” Scott groans, locking eyes with Stiles in the rear view mirror.

Stiles seems to consider his words before he reluctantly relents, moving to the middle seat before he gently eases me into the seat as far away from Liam as humanly possible. Keeping a hand firmly planted on my thigh, huffing like a petulant child, I can’t help but giggle. It’s almost like he can’t stop himself from touching me. His long fingers tightly curl around my leg, almost like he’s afraid someone will take me from him if he lets go. Taking a deep breath I tentatively slip my fingers between the gaps in his, gently squeezing them, hoping to offer even a little comfort, those big brown eyes jump to mine and he visibly relaxes into the seat.

I look up and catch my brother’s eyes. I can’t work out the look on his face, for the first time since we were kids, I can’t tell what he’s thinking and for some reason that only makes me even more anxious.

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[pzyii]

what if I could predict death and you were my best friend and destined to die while trying to safe my life inspired by this fic

[fruchtfliege]

UNTIL IT CRASHES DOWN (chapter 15 is out 🎉)

The other shoe is about to drop and kill someone... and Derek can't do anything about it.

The Banshee!Derek fanfic no one asked for.

[many-gay-magpies]

HELLO FOLKS. part three of the scallisaac au is UP. scott's POV this time! and god was the summary fighting me.

Scott is enough for this, though. Enough to hold Isaac in the dark, and take his pain, and sooth him to sleep.

Enough to love him.

And—fuck, he does. It’s not just attraction, and it’s not just a crush. Scott still loves Allison, but he knows that he loves Isaac, too. He’d hold Isaac in a heartbeat; hold him close with arms and hands and heart alike, but so too would he hold him back from every violence, if only to know it would keep him safe.

Scott’s heart doesn’t do things halfway. It never has before; he doesn’t know why he expected it to start now.

—

In the midst of grappling with the alpha pack, the Darach, and his encroaching true alpha status, Scott falls in love with Isaac—while still being just as in love with Allison. To say the least, it’s confusing.

[distractedducky]

Ok, so it's been a minute since the Teen Wolf movie came out and I finally have the perspective to think about how I would turn it into a canon-compliant and resource-consistent movie rewrite. 

If I’m limited to the actors that signed on and the general plot beats of Allison coming back to life, getting the band back together, using the nemeton in some way, Harris and Eli hale. Here is how I would have done it: (please note I have hindsight and no writing ability and even though I mention Monroe a lot she will not actually need to be on screen to comply with not having her actor in the movie)

We kick off not in Japan, not with Scott, none of that. 

Beacon Hills is now a supernatural open town in a county that has spent years dealing with the result of an active nemeton. We imply changes through cut shots, like mystic shops and familiar names on fliers.  We use the whole county for the surrounding areas to show off these Suttle changes to known locations. Pictures of the original cast in the trophy cases at the high school, the McCall clinic on an open shot of what was once Deaton’s vet office, Mason and Parrish getting into a squad car outside the station. Hale Mechanics and audio body store (more like an AutoZone vibe to cement it more into the community). Kids getting out of class or practice doing a casual backflip down the stairs and another kid pushing them for “showing off” the jeep driving fast down the main street. 

We can have a voice-over explaining the main antagonist of the series, the hunters, and how BH though not completely open has accepted supernaturals in a low-number situation as Monroe spent years building up her militia. They did exactly what the show told us they would do, they followed the beacon to the town and found someplace safe. Monroe and the hunters after the death of the final big bad in season 6 and prolonged investment from the BH pack that we see in the time skip of the last episode, were basically reduced to code breakers and young hunters in the last few years. Everyone we know grew up and used their connections to take them down.

We cut to a flashback of a mass arrest of hunters with a joint sheriff’s department and FBI takedown (this is an illusion to Stiles who will not be in the film because we are sticking to actors who signed on to return)

Then we go back to the present day where we get a bit of a where are they now, how everyone settled into new roles, This is shown to us through little Vignette not just told to us but again I'm not a writer I'm going to sum up. We see Christ and Melissa splitting up as he went back to France to work on further cleaning up and spreading new hunter ideology “we protect those who can’t protect themselves”, Jackson working with other packs internationally to network safety and protection plans and help relocate supernatural after hunter problems (illusions to his comfy life with Ethan and happy overseas), mason and Liam staying intown starting their own careers (Liam opening a dinner and working with a new supernatural who came to town in the years – our new kitsune), Malia returning and working for Derek after spending time overseas and wanted to build a home in the one place she felt human, Lydia starting her own tech company with another illusion to Stiles traveling for FBI work, showing that he is not around a lot but they are, if not still together, still in each other’s lives,  Scott setting up his animal clinic and rescue along with our new friends, a couple of werewolves (the two we saw in the opening along with some background people we only need for the scene) that come in and out of the town that Scott takes in, some stay, some move on, but all of them are still pack (that's the vibe we are going for), this would also go to explain that people like Hayden left and Cory might be out of town right now but are still around. This would also help explain our new kitsune as well as an introduction to characters that could connect to Eli. (it’s a movie let’s make the world feel bigger) Eli should be about a year younger or so and we don’t have to explain his parentage but can emphasize that his mother might have been one of those strays affected by either Kate or the Argents or a different hunter group, maybe someone Derek met between 4-6 instead of in the middle of 3a-3b. 

We go to the nemeton when Scott or Derek is talking to Deaton or the sheriff about how things have settled and stabilized (this could be like the scene with the fire and how Eli has stolen the jeep again or Scott has just done an animal rescue and is talking to Deaton post) and we see a hooded figure doing some kind of sacrificial ritual at the roots of the stump - we see a girl in the dirt - we see her eyes - Its Allison. 

Then we can cut to a similar scene of Argent coming back into town, a little time has passed we get a few scenes of Eli trying to fit in with the other high school kids and not doing great, the sheriff running things around town. We did all the set-up scenes and character introductions in the first third/half with the cutaways to something happening in the background. we have little hints that things have been going wrong or strange, a call from Isaac (not seen) to Chris about Allison, rumors Jackson is hearing about an Argent heir, the sheriff talking to Derek about Stiles comes up in a conversation about how it has been weirdly quiet, Lydia drawing or seeing something weird or arrow related, etc. 

The movie is now about finally ending the thing that started this all, hunter involvement, and the main issue is a confused Allison who doesn’t have her memories and was convinced by someone that the BH pack is the enemy and must be destroyed. We watch as the rest of the pack come together to figure out  - if she’s back - how she’s back - who brought her back, it's calling back to early seasons 1 and 2 'who done it' with a few twists when we find out Monroe is dead but was dabbling in something weird – this can be what Peter is here for. 

We get Chris reuniting with everyone and talking to Scott and Deaton about Allison, with illusions to Isaac still in France. We get Jackson back with more of a reason for being there with the noise he has been hearing as a legitimate reason to think hunters are moving again and the lost argent heir that brings him home. We get Peter being the best and a group of kids, Eli plus some of the other strays we saw in the beginning of the movie, being dragged into a war they all thought was long behind them if they were aware of it at all. (those be our New Teen Wolves) Derek is still a dad, but his kid isn’t scared of being a werewolf or shifting but more embarrassed he can’t shift because there are other slightly older, cooler supers in his life (2) and he can’t talk to his dad, the full shifter, about his problems so he is acting out. 

we can still have the group trying to find the nemeton again and we can still have interpersonal relationships, but we make the focus simpler and more human. We get Allison relearning who she is and who she was to all these different people while also setting up a new mystery for these new young wolves that their parents are trying to keep them away from. Allison relearning herself is slower and intercut with everyone not just Scott. The twist being that it really is kinda over, at least with Monroe, but that it's never really over. That Harris was brought back as a test drive for Allison and instead used her to get his own revenge, and then we can end on that ominous plug for a new show that they were pushing. 

Idk this is all I’ve really got, I’m not a writer, but can you see it?!

I know it’s a little fanficy but 1 that’s what I’m doing and 2 so was the movie, OMG was it the most fanfic trope thing I’ve ever seen.

I feel like it's something. It will never happen and hindsight is 20/20, we can’t play what-ifs. But if I could, I would have made this movie instead of what we got. 

Monroe’s last stand, bringing back people from the dead and manipulating them to do her work for her only for it to blow up in her face with Harris and Allison. The real end to the Argents as hunters with Allison coming back and fully embracing the new Beacon Hills and Scott. Relearning what the show was kind of trying to teach us even if it was doing a super poor job most of the time. 

Tell me I’m crazy, I want to hear your thoughts. 

I know this is nuts, but I had to write this out and send it into the void before it ate me up inside. 

[stereksthings]

[moths-in-hats]

moodboard: season one mcargentski

made for @teenwolfrarepairevents day two: season one

[domesticated-feral]

small town AU where:

Scott and Melissa moved there after losing the house during the divorce and she's working at the rural clinic while he's working under Dr. Deaton.

Stiles is still the kid of a sheriff and the sheriff's department takes care of beacon hills as well as the surrounding other small towns in the county :)

Four words, Livestock Veterinarian Alan Deaton! Four more bonus words Livestock Veterinary Assistant Scott!!! A bunch of more words Deaton and Scott with cute little baby farm animals!!!!!!!!

(if i truly had the energy to do so, i would love to continue writing my livestock vet Scott + farmhand Stiles fic, but that's a different AU)

Derek Hale is a city kid turned farmhand on an old man's farm (the old man in question is Elias, Stiles' grandfather)(and to the question why is Stiles or his father working at the farm is because 1. Elias lets his son work as a sheriff because whatever and 2. Stiles is a walking disaster no way is he letting that boy in charge of farm chores nuh uh not even on a lazy almost fall summer day where there's not much than the usual morning feeding also 3. Derek was only hired after Elias accepted that he was not as young and capable as he used to be and Noah and Stiles put themselves in charge of finding a farmhand)(Derek was the only one to send in a reply to their job ad) and the farm primarily raises sheep for meat and wool but I'd like to think that after Derek started working there a few years back he'd regularly add in new animals every summer or so. Sometimes he'd raise poultry, sometimes it's a small drove of pigs, sometimes it's not even animals but just a crop of pumpkins and squash and tomatoes and cucumbers!!

Derek loves the sheep. He's a shepherd through and through.

Jackson is not a whittemore but a miller, except his parents just died a bit later into his life and he lives with the whittemores on their large scale hay farm where there's an added bonus (to me)! h o r s e s !!!!

(all of this is just a way for me to write my fav characters interacting with my longest running obsession of all time, horses)

Lydia's mother owns the town's bistro/bar, her father owns the lodge built next to it. It used to be a whole business but it split with the divorce but there's still the whole B&B package deal to this day as it's wayyyyy too popular to risk losing business by stopping it.

Allison moved there pretty recently and the guns business her family owns fits in pretty well with the need for safety of the farmer and their livestock from predators and also for the wild game hunters in the late summer through fall hunting season.

Scott and Lydia bonding over being two kids from a divorced family. Scott and Lydia bonding over having pet dogs (Roxy is alive and Prada and her are absolute besties). Scott and Lydia being partners in science projects. Scott and Lydia spending wayy too long staring into each others eyes than how much friends would. Scott and Lydia realizing they want to be more than friends.

Stiles spouting off cool animal facts that Scott 100% already knew but acts like he didn't because both of them are stupidly in love with each other.

Scott meeting Derek when on the job. He can't help but crush over Derek and his enthusiasm over regenerative agricultural practices.

Jackson trying to impress Scott and Stiles by trotting up and down the main street on his horse. (I live laugh love by my Scott/Stiles/Jackson agenda) He also gets his dad to bring his horse over to school so he can just ride on it back home, in hopes of impressing Scott and Stiles but Scott is too invested in Stiles animal facts that they only way Jackson really has a chance was when Scott came over with Deaton for an emergency check up on a rogue cow on their property that was limping bad. Jackson straight up embarasses himself because he's a loser :P but Scott finds the attempt endearing and asks if he'd want to hang out with him and Stiles. It's the beginning of a slippery slope of 'Oh. Oh.' realizations for the three of them.

Scott and Allison meeting each other at the bistro and it starts a blossoming relationship that tugs at the heartstrings. It's cute little notes during class and hanging out at the bistro over hot chocolate even on hot days and going over to each others house to watch TV to cuddle under the same blanket and quick glances at each other and it's so goshdarn cute.

BASICALLY, SCOTT/EVERYONE because I can't choose which ship to go with this au because Scott DESERVES everyone and everyones ALSO DESERVES Scott :D

[heavensenthale]

just a friendly cuddle pile, they said

This was written to fill a prompt for @fourormore's ficathon: Any: Any - caught in a storm. (there's a storm in there I swear, it's just not that important)

Fandom: Teen wolf Relaitonship: Allison/Derek/Isaac/Lydia/Scott/Stiles/Kira Rating: Mature Word count: 1.7k

Summary:

Stiles dropped the blankets on the floor and looked around at his pack: Scott and Kira snuggled in the sofa, making themselves small under the wool throw blanket that the AirBnB owner left there for them; Derek watching something on his laptop, frowning at the screen as his glasses moved down his nose; Allison sat on the armrest of Derek’s couch, leaning on the backrest and occasionally pointing at the screen wordlessly; Isaac continued to do absolutely nothing but look out the window, absorbed in the way the rain pattered on the deck. Lydia was suspiciously absent. “It’s fine, guys. Really, I don’t need help or anything,” Stiles said, without expecting anything. “Stiles, what are you doing?” asked Derek, directing his frown at him. “I’m building a nest.” [Or: Stiles wants to build a nest. His body gets an idea.]

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[andreafmn]

I'm Not Afraid | Chapter 13

Word Count: 3.2K

Story Description: (Y/N) Argent arrived at Beacon Hills to put to rest her father’s sister, Kate Argent. For the first time, her family has decided to settle down and sustain a life in this interesting small town. After 17 years, (Y/N) has the opportunity to establish interpersonal relationships but will she be ready to face the complications that come with relating to her cousin’s, Allison, friends; especially, the infamous Derek Hale. She will face the adventure of being associated with the Derek and McCall pack, as well as being faced with the discovery of certain aspects of her life she never imagined.

A/N:  think y'all will like this update a lot 🤭 💖

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“So, is this an all-hope lost situation?” (Y/N) asked as she sat beside Derek in the abandoned subway cart. “Might as well just give up, huh?”

“What are you still doing here?” Derek ignored her questions. “I thought you’d go with Scott.”

“He insisted on walking home,” she shrugged. “And you didn’t answer my question. Do you really think there’s nothing we can do?”

“Honestly? I don’t know,” he sighed, his eyes closing in frustration. “This is a lot more than I ever thought I would have to handle.”

His head fell back, resting against the cold metal of the car, his chest rising and falling as he tried to steady himself. (Y/N) could see the frustration building inside him. How the weight of the town’s survival seemed to fall on his shoulders. Without thinking, she stood between his open legs and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight embrace.

She could feel his body relax as his own arms wrapped around her waist. He gripped her tightly, almost as if he was afraid that she wasn’t there. His fingers dug into the skin of her hips as hers snaked into his hair. It was a comfort both of them needed. A calm in the middle of the storm that was Beacon Hills.

“You’re not alone, Derek,” she spoke into his hair as he listened to her heartbeat. “You don’t have to carry this by yourself.”

“But it’s my fault,” he responded, his voice muffled by her shirt. “I bit Jackson, (Y/N). I’m the reason he turned into this monster that is ravaging through the town. I’m the reason so many people have died –why so many tragedies have happened in this town.”

(Y/N) leaned back in order to look directly into Derek’s eyes. Her hands traveled to his face, cradling his cheeks as her thumbs caressed them. “I want you to listen to me, Derek,” she said. “If it’s the only thing you ever believe from me, it’s that this is not your fault. Nothing that is happening is your fault. Not when other people have made decisions for you or are consequences of their own actions. You are good, Derek. And you are not alone.”

There was silence between them, filled with the same tension that gripped their beings whenever they were in close proximity. So many unsaid words traveled through their eyes, and so many desires that were being repressed.

“What are you thinking?” (Y/N) breathed, breaking the quiet.

“How I don’t think I’ve said enough how amazing you are or how lucky I am to have met you,” he said before dropping his voice to a whisper. “Or how bad I want to kiss you right now.”

“And what if I said that there’s no way you want to kiss me as bad as I want to kiss you.”

“You wanna bet?” he chuckled. “Because it’s taking everything in me not to.”

“What’s stopping you?”

“I think you know exactly what’s stopping me.”

“So, what if I don’t want it to stop you –stop us?”

She could see the way his breathing picked up. The way his eyes kept switching from her eyes to her mouth, then back to her eyes. The way his finger squeezed her hips tighter. “Then it would take the Kanima himself to rip me away from you,” he growled lowly. “So I need to know exactly what you want, (Y/N). Because I don’t know if I could contain myself.”

Her skin flushed red, warming as blood rushed to her face. The air inside the subway cart was choking, taking the air from her lungs and making the moment just that much more intense. She wasn’t sure if giving in to her wants was the best decision. That if she allowed herself this step out of her rules, she would be able to fall back in line.

“Kiss me,” she choked out. “Plea…”

Before she was able to get the word out, Derek towered over her and crashed his lips onto hers. And suddenly, everything just felt right. Their bodies fit together like a glove; their lips moved in perfect synchronicity. It was everything and more than she had ever expected. The feeling of his hands on her waist and the scruff of his beard against her skin was now forever etched into her mind. And she understood why Derek would not have been able to stop. Because she did not either.

(Y/N) pressed herself as much as possible to Derek. The need to be as close as humanly possible to him was overwhelming, but it was all she wanted at that moment. For her, it was scary to do the things she wished for. Taking what she wanted without fear of repercussions had never been something she had allowed herself, and doing it was an intoxicating thrill she had not expected.

“You should get home,” Derek said as he parted breathlessly from her, resting his forehead against hers. “I don’t want you to, but you should go home.”

“What if I wanna do this for a little while longer? What if I’m not ready to go home just yet?” 

“Then I’m sure your dad will be knocking down my door tomorrow morning when he gets here,” he chuckled. “I’m trying to do the right thing here, (Y/N). Please don’t make this harder than it already is. You need to rest, and I need to heal.”

“You’re no fun when you’re trying to do the right thing.”

“Please,” he groaned, pecking her lips once more and reveling in their warmth. “Go home, (Y/N).  Am begging you.”

“Mmm, I like you begging,” she laughed. “But fine. I guess I should go home.”

“Yeah, your phone hasn’t stopped buzzing in your bag, and something tells me it’s Isaac waiting for you. So, please, do us both a favor and go home.”

“What if you take me?”

“You have your dad’s car,” he said. “You don’t need me driving you around.”

“I never said that you needed to drive,” she smirked. “Just escort me back like the gentleman you are. You do know there’s a big bad reptile running around in Beacon Hills. But you can drive if you want.”

“You are something else, (Y/N) Argent,” he laughed. “Fine. I’ll go with you and run back. But no funny business.”

“Me?” (Y/N) grinned as she handed him the car keys. “I never partake in funny business.”

The car ride was quiet but filled with giddiness. Their hands were joined in the center console, their fingers exploring each other’s skin. Matching smiles spread across their mouths, and their eyes kept wandering to the other. But neither said a single word. Not that it was necessary.

(Y/N) felt that she was faltering in her resolution. Now that they had kissed, she didn’t know if she would be able to withhold herself for the coming nine months. She’d had a taste of the forbidden fruit, and she wanted more. The problem? She didn’t know when she needed to stop.

“We’re here,” Derek said, killing the engine of the car. “So I kept my end of the deal. I should go home now.”

“You could,” she offered, taking her bottom lip between her teeth. She stared at the dark sky through the open garage door before checking through the rearview mirror that the kitchen door was closed. “Or…”

“Or?”

“We could kiss for a bit more,” she smirked. “No one would have to know.”

“What happened to not wanting to get me in trouble? You’re still seventeen,” Derek chuckled. “I thought you didn’t want me to go to jail.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” she teased. “Now kiss me until I’m eighteen.”

In a swift second, their faces met in the center, their lips crashing together once more. Derek’s hand went to the back of her neck, pulling her as close as he could, breathing her in. It felt like a dream. A pleasantry she did not want to wake from. It didn’t take long for the heat to rise between them, steam creeping up the windows as they panted. Their hands searched each other’s bodies, the only touch they could afford at that moment. A kiss was the only intimacy they could ever share.

Suddenly, a knock resounded through the car, making them jump apart. They turned to see Isaac’s smug face, a knowing smile outstretched on his lips. “Oh, don’t stop on my account,” the boy said as the pair got out of the SUV. “It was quite the show.”

“Stop being a creep, Isaac,” (Y/N) chuckled as her cheeks reddened in embarrassment. “Derek was just making sure I got home safe.”

“Sure,” he grinned. “Because the monsters are hiding between each other’s li…”

“That’s quite enough, Isaac,” Derek grumbled before turning to (Y/N). “I’ll go home now, then.”

“Yeah, I guess that’s a good idea.”

“Well, I’ll leave you two so that you don’t feel weird kissing goodbye,” Isaac laughed as he made his way back inside. “Have fun, kids. But not too much!”

A soft laugh escaped Derek’s throat as (Y/N) turned to him and hid her face on his chest. As she wrapped her arms around his waist, he embraced her around her back. “Well, there goes the secrecy,” she mumbled. “How did you not hear him coming?”

“Someone had my mind a little occupied,” he chuckled. “But it wouldn’t have lasted long. Your friends have a habit of uncovering everything, whether you like it or not.”

“What do we do now, then? After that, I don’t think I can keep away from you for nine whole months.”

“Nothing has to change,” he shrugged. “We just can’t do any of this in public or wherever the pack is, or even your house. So, basically nowhere.”

“It wouldn’t be us if it weren’t complicated,” she snickered. “We’ll find a way. After all of this is finished, we’ll find a way.”

With a kiss goodbye, Derek disappeared into the night, and (Y/N) went inside her home to find Isaac. He was in the living room, laughing to himself as he indulged in a bowl of popcorn. But the TV was off, and he was staring at the kitchen door.

“Sorry for the interruption, friend,” Isaac laughed. “Didn’t know you two had finally gone official.”

“We haven’t,” she said, sitting next to him and taking a handful of the buttery snack. “It was just a little kiss.”

“That kiss was anything but little,” he grinned. “But congrats. You can now cross off your first kiss from all the school experiences you’ve missed out on.”

“You’re hilarious, Isaac,” she scoffed teasingly. “Now, hurry and go to sleep. You’re out of here in the morning.”

“It was only a joke, (Y/N). You’re really kicking me out for some friendly teasing?”

“No, you idiot,” she laughed. “My parents are coming back tomorrow, remember? I don’t know how excited they’d be if they knew a boy was staying over when they were away.”

“Funny, you’d think they’d care more that I was a werewolf.”

“Nah, being of the opposite sex trumps that.”

The next morning, (Y/N) awoke to Brody jumping onto her bed and licking her face. The roughness of his tongue tickled her skin, and laughs overtook her quickly enough. “I’m guessing you’re in the mood for a run,” she chuckled. “I have been neglecting you a bit. Haven’t I, boy?”

She was met with a bark in response, and she was out of bed. As she changed into her workout clothes, she couldn’t help the smile that crept onto her face remembering the events of the night before. The warmth of his lips, the roughness of his beard, the smoothness of his skin. He left an indelible mark in her mind that had no way of leaving her mind.

Before going down the stairs, she peeked into the guest room to find the bed perfectly done and no sign of Isaac. A part of her was saddened that her best friend was gone, but she understood why. She had been the very person that had told him to go. But she had gotten used to his presence, and the house felt unusually big without him there.

“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?” Her father’s voice spoke from the end of the staircase. “Didn’t think you’d be up this early.” 

“You’re home!” (Y/N) exclaimed as she ran downstairs, jumping into her father’s arms. “Where’s mom?”

“She’s over at your uncle’s house. Something about Victoria being bitten last night, and they wanted your mom to check out the wound,” he responded, his tone slightly accusatory. “You wouldn’t know anything about that, would you, (Y/N)?” 

Her breath got caught in her throat. The only thing keeping her grounded was the feeling of her dog’s wet snout against her arm. (Y/N) shouldn’t have been surprised or even hoped that Victoria had kept to herself that she had gone against her the night before. “Dad, I can explain,” she said. “I didn’t –technically—betray the family.” 

“What are you talking about, munchkin?”

“Victoria didn’t say anything about me and last night?”

“No. The only thing we were told about you last night is that you left the mission early,” he said. “Nothing about betraying the family. So, wanna talk about that?”

(Y/N) sighed as she went to sit on the bench in the entryway, her shoulders slumping as the weight of the truth made its way onto her. “Dad, you remember when you told me that I’d always have you on my side no matter what?” she asked. “I need to know that you truly meant that.”

“Honey, of course I did. If it were up to me, I would have no ties to the horrors of our family.”

“Okay, I’m gonna tell you everything about last night, and I need you to promise not to get too mad.”

“Go ahead, munchkin.”

 “Well, there was a plan to trap the Kanima last night, just not with our family. The Hale pack had everything planned except that the Argents knew everything, and they would show up to the rave to ruin the plan. Much less that I would be involved in it. So, I sort of had to lie and say I wasn’t feeling well and pretend I left. But I was actually there with my friends. I’ll spare you some of the details because the Argents already know about everything else that happened. But they probably don’t know that Victoria was there last night trying to kill Scott McCall. He let out this pained howl, and I knew he was hurt. If it hadn’t been for me and Derek Hale, she would have succeeded. She had turned wolfsbane into a vaporized solution, and it was eating him from the inside out. She and Derek fought for a bit, and I guess in that struggle, he bit her. And, honestly, dad, I think that’s the only way she would have left.”

At some point, Henry had sat next to her, wearing the same pained expression on his face that she was sure she wore. “It’s okay, honey,” he said, pulling her to his side. “I’m sure you had no choice. And I am proud of you for saving your friend. Is he okay?”

“Yeah, we got to him just in time.”

“Well, it’s good that you were there, even if it was risky to ally yourself with the wolves while our family was there,” he sighed. “But I did find it peculiar that you could hear his howl. That’s not supposed to happen, munchkin. Much less that you know what the howl means.”

“That’s actually something that I’ve been meaning to talk to you about,” (Y/N) said. “For some time, I’ve been feeling weird. Not bad weird, but different. It doesn’t happen often, but sometimes I get these feelings about people. Sometimes it’s that they’re hiding something or that they’re not good. And then, the howl thing. That I was able to feel the pain in that call. And I don’t know why.” 

Her father kept quiet for a second, and, though she didn’t say it, she was getting the feeling that there was something that he was not telling her. “I don’t know about that, honey,” he responded. “But I will look into it and let you know. Maybe there’s something in the books about it.”

 “Uh, sure. Thanks. I guess it’s just scary when things are happening to you that you don’t understand. I don’t like it.”

“I know, munchkin. I’ll see what I can find,” he smiled. “But you should go take Brody out. I think he’s getting a bit angsty.”

After she got back home, (Y/N) spent the rest of the day doing homework. She might have spent the night before chasing down a reptilian monster and his handler, but she still had her normal life to maintain. And that included her outstanding grades. As far as the school knew, she had nothing going on at home.

It wasn’t until the sun had disappeared from the sky that she even noticed how much time had passed and how hungry she was. She closed her laptop for the day, stretching her tight limbs after being in her desk chair for hours on end. Hopefully, one of her parents had thought of cooking some dinner.

But as she walked toward the stairs, their voices stopped her in her tracks.

“I think it’s about time we tell her, Rebecca,” her father said from the dining room. “She deserves to know the truth.”

“No, Henry. You promised we wouldn’t tell (Y/N) anything until we found her. And we still haven’t. I won’t put our daughter in harm's way.”

“And don’t you think that keeping this from her will do more bad than good? She’s already seeing the signs. Sooner or later, we’re gonna have to say something.”

“The only reason I ever agreed to this plan of yours was because you promised me we would tell her when we both agreed,” her mother retorted. “I don’t agree yet. Not until we find her.”

“So what am I supposed to tell her that’s happening?” Henry raised his voice slightly, still trying to keep it hushed, not knowing that the very person they were trying to alienate was hearing their every word. “I won’t have my daughter think she’s going crazy.”

“She’s my daughter too,” the woman replied, pain in her words. “And you don’t have to tell her anything other than you don’t know what’s happening. Nothing more. Nothing less. Keep your end of the bargain, or I’ll make sure that everyone in this family knows the truth.” 

“You wouldn’t be that spiteful, Rebecca,” he spat. “Because you would never hurt (Y/N).”

“You’re right. Not intentionally, at least. But don’t underestimate me, Henry. If you break our deal, so will I.”

As (Y/N) heard her mother’s footsteps, she ran back into her room. Her heart hammered in her chest, and it made it hurt. She knew her parents were trying to protect her. Whatever her parents were talking about would break the very fabric of her existence, and she wasn’t sure if that made her want to know about it more or not. But out of everything, the thing (Y/N) wanted to know the most was who the her they were talking about was.

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