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1:1 WOLF MOON ( pt. 2 )

FATAL ATTRACTION - a stiles stilinski story

summary: after a lot of research, a lot of arguing, and a run in with a mysterious stranger, stiles and sera come to the conclusion that scott is a werewolf. sera struggles with this fact while simultaneously trying to keep them from finding out her own secret.

WARNINGS: none

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After practice, I headed straight to my shift at the hospital - an internship I got thanks to Ms McCall.

I was eternally grateful. Not because I had an affinity for medical care, but because a girl needs to eat. And nowadays I would rather suck my blood from a bag rather than a jugular; morality and all that.

The boys shot me a text saying that they were going to pick me up when I was done so we could continue last night’s target of finding the body, or at least just Scott’s inhaler - collateral damage.

I easily spotted Stiles’ Jeep, skipping over to hop in after watching Stiles kick Scott into the backseat.

“Man, that’s so unfair! Why does she always get to ride shotgun?” Scott protested, now sulking in behind us.

When I got in Stiles put his hand on the headrest of my seat to turn back to Scott, “Because it’s her seat.”

I stayed silent, my satisfied smile spoke for me.

My seat. It truly was. I was in this passenger seat more than anyone else so we dubbed it so. It was such a known rule that Stiles had even started to enforce it.

As we drove, Scott noticed me keeping my bag securely on my lap, rather than chucking it to him.

“What’s in the bag?” he pointed to my heavy-looking, extremely full bag.

‘Dinner,’ I wanted to say. But I didn’t. “Oh, just homework,”

Then Stiles looked over too, “God, your teachers must hate you.”

“I don’t know what it was.”

Me and Stiles wanted to go over Scott’s sudden, unnatural aptitude for lacrosse.

“It’s like… I had all the time in the world to catch the ball.” It seemed as if it didn’t make sense to him either.

“And that’s not the only weird thing…” his tone almost sounded worried, meanwhile Stiles was just intrigued. “I can hear stuff I shouldn’t be able to hear… smell things.”

“Smell things? Like what,” I inquired with a short laugh - I was trying to make light of the situation, but the more he spoke the less funny it became. Maybe it was all just placebo after thinking he got bit by a wolf, that’s what I’d go with.

Scott sniffed the air, “Like the mint mojito gum in Stiles’ pocket.”

Stiles scoffed, reaching down to prove him wrong, “I don’t have any mint mo-” and there it was. The half-wrapped stick of gum lay on his palm.

“Ew,” I muttered, trying to divert my feeling of unease.

“I’m scared that I’ve got some kind of infection from the bite or something,” Scott rambled like he was scared he was dying, although he seemed far from it, “like, what if my body is just flooding itself with adrenaline before I go into shock!”

Noticing the smirk grow on Stiles’ face as I waited for his witty remark.

“You know what, I actually think I’ve heard of this,” he stated as if he was suddenly a biology expert. Scott looked over with hope.

“It’s a specific type of infection,” his hand on his hips as he stopped in his tracks, feigning seriousness.

“Are you serious?” Scott questioned, knowing it was probably one of his jokes, but he was too desperate to care.

“Yeah,” Stiles nodded and I rolled my eyes, obliging him since I was curious about where this was going. “It’s called�� lycanthropy,” he stated solemnly.

I fought the urge to sigh, or even laugh, but I waited for Scott’s reaction first. Seems like we were on the same wavelength here… except my concerns were a little more real.

“What’s that?” Scott asked, his tone building in worry, “Is that bad?”

“Oh yeah,” Stiles agreed quickly, shaking his head, “the worst.”

Scott got just a little more pale as Stiles carried on. “But, only once a month.”

“Once a month?”

“Mhm,” I stepped in, donning the same earnest expression as the boy to my left, “on the night of the full moon.” I felt Stiles’ eyes travel to me and out of the corner of mine I caught his smirk, a silent communication as to what we would do next.

We turned back to Scott and howled in sync, I put my hands around my mouth to amplify the dramatics before we both burst out laughing at Scott’s unimpressed look, him moving forward to push us.

“Not funny, guys, there could be something seriously wrong with me!” Scott stomped on the dry leaves and we continued walking.

“I know! You’re a werewolf!” Stiles put his hands up and growled like a monster.

Again, Scott’s only reply was a glare. “Okay, obviously I’m kidding.”

“I’m not,” I mumbled softly toward the ground, but they both turned around and questioned if I said something.

“What?”

“Nothing,” I looked up and shook my head innocently.

“Look,” Stiles always tried to lighten the mood, “just saying, if you see me in shop class trying to melt all the silver it’s ‘cause Friday’s a full moon,” he ran with the joke, reaching back to tap me on the arm to ask if I heard that one. I didn’t want to laugh, but he was just too good.

Scott just ignored us - he had learned that was best sometimes - instead, mentally scanning the ground. “I- I could’ve sworn this was it.” he squatted down to examine what wasn’t there further. “I saw the body, the deer came running, I dropped my inhaler.” He started to root around in the leaves, retracing his steps.

“The killer might’ve moved the body?” I speculated, because he was right, it was gone, I couldn’t even smell blood anymore.

“Well if he did I hope he left my inhaler, those things are like 80 bucks,” he grumbled saltily.

Over the noise of our banter I must’ve missed the sound of footsteps because, in a moment of silence, I picked up another heartbeat, turning to the side to see a tall man dressed in all black staring ominously in our direction. My arm outstretched to hit Stiles and my leg to kick Scott, but before they could complain, they saw him.

Scott shot to his feet as the man started to walk over.

“What are you doing here?” his voice boomed as he approached, clearly scaring the two boys on my either side as I heard their heart rates pick up and Stiles’ hands fidgeted frantically.

We obviously didn’t answer quickly enough because he spoke again, “Huh?”

I waited for Scott or Stiles to reply first, but they were frozen, I sighed.

“This is private property,” the man warned, the dark tone in his voice unsettling.

Then I smelt it… Wolf.

I stepped up, putting on my best, well-practiced innocent face, and looked up at him. “Oh! We’re sorry, we had no idea. We were just looking for something my friend lost,” my wide eyes sparkled, but he didn’t seem to fall for it, instead, his eyes lingered threateningly on me for a few seconds longer than they did on the boys.

A moment of eerie silence came over us before he swiftly took something out of his pocket and threw it into Scott’s hands. His inhaler. Then, without another word, the man walked away, but not before giving me another creepy death stare.

When he was a few paces away and the boys were still a little too shaken to talk, I broke the tension and chuckled. “Well, he was creepy,”

If my suspicions were right, I knew he heard that.

Stiles spun on his heel to face us his hands jumping up and he looked at Scott as if he was stupid for not reading his mind. “Dude!” he took a step closer so he could talk quietly, “That was Derek Hale! You remember right? He’s only like a few years older than us.”

“His family all burned to death in a fire like 10 years ago,” he continued, but I wasn’t listening. I checked out the moment he said ‘Derek Hale.’

So I was right.

The Hales were a notorious werewolf pack down here on the West Coast, but I had no idea they were still around! I had also heard that they were a different type of wolf… stronger, as they were not bound by only turning on a full moon. But I didn’t exactly know how ‘different’ they really were.

And if that was true about the Hales… then I was correct about Scott.

I stayed up the whole night thinking.

Was I a bad friend for not telling them what I already knew? For making them figure this out for themselves while I could easily explain? Yes.

Was it selfish of me to keep such a big part of my life from them when they were the two most important people in my life? Also yes.

But all of this was for their own good. At least that’s what I kept telling myself to distract from the constantly looming cloud of guilt that hung over my head.

Matters only got worse when Stiles messaged me in a panic. A confirmation. They found animal hairs on the body. More precisely, wolf hairs.

The next day I got into school considerably late and very sleep-deprived - because despite what the fairy tales say, vampires still need their beauty sleep.

I was practically dozing off in third-period Chem without Stiles there to keep me awake since the team had a mandatory practice before the big game this week, so I excused myself to go to the bathroom and wander around the halls.

“Now listen, McCall. You’re gonna tell me exactly what it is and who you’re getting it from because there is no way you’re out there kicking ass on the field like that without some sort of chemical boost.”

I stopped my stroll around the halls at the sound of a familiar voice from around the corner.

“Oh, you mean steroids! Are you on steroids?”

Then Scott.

I poked my head out around the corner - Jackson had definitely noticed something was up and Scott wasn’t doing a very good job at keeping it a secret. This wasn’t good.

Crash. “What’s going on with you McCall!”

“You really wanna know?”

Uh oh.

“Well so would I! I can see hear and smell things that I shouldn’t be able to see hear and smell! And I-”

“Woah woah woah,” I ran over, replacing Jackson’s hand on Scott’s shirt with mine and pushing Jackson away, standing in between them.

Jackson looked furious, if he were in a cartoon smoke would be coming out of his ears. I stared him down.

He scoffed and took a step back, “You need your little friend to come rescue you?”

I quickly shushed Scott before he made the situation worse.

“Goodbye, Jackson,” I gave him a fake smile and waited for him to leave.

When he kept his eyes on us as he walked away. “I’m onto McCall. I’m gonna find out what it is you’re taking and I don’t care how long it takes.”

Once he had turned the corner I focused my attention back on Scott.

“Thanks, Ser-”

My hand took hold of his collar once more and did the same move Jackson had just done, another crash as he hit the lockers, his eyes wide and confused. “What were you thinking!”

“What do you mean!” he was incredibly confused.

I sighed, realising he doesn’t know what’s going on at all, so I let go. “You can’t just go around telling Jackson Whittemore this stuff! I know you’re scared but he is the last person you should trust.”

The way his expression dropped told me he knew I was right. But our little interaction was cut short by Coach screaming that their break was over.

“Listen,” Scott started as he stepped back towards the door of the locker room, “I’ll see you later at the game.”

“The game? I thought Stiles told you-” but he left before I could finish my sentence.

“Stiles!” I hurried over to where he sat on the bench, his leg bouncing frantically as he chewed on his bitten fingernails.

His head flicked in my direction, a look of relief on his face, “Sera! I haven’t seen you all day,” he stood up quickly and put his hands on my shoulders to make sure I was really there.

“I came in late,” I brushed it off.

“Have you talked to Scott?”

His head shook vigorously, “He wouldn’t listen. I’m waiting for him to come out so I can try again.”

Just as he said that I saw Scott walking out onto the field and we both approached him, trying to stop from going out onto the field.

“Scott!” Stiles shouted, his voice breaking as he practically bashed the helmet out of his hands.

“Look! I’m playing the first elimination guys, can it wait?” Scott threw his hands up in annoyance, completely ignoring our desperation.

“Man, just listen!” I put my hands on Scott to physically bring his attention to us.

Stiles spoke and he spoke fast. “I overheard my dad on the phone. The fiber analysis on the body came back from the lab in L.A. and they found animal hairs on the body from the woods!”

But Scott was already leaving. We chased after him, no longer bothering to keep our voices hushed.

“Wait! Just hold on!” I reached to grab his sleeve but he was too far, “You’re not gonna believe what the animal was!” Still, he didn’t look back.

Then it was just me and Stiles again. Scott was long gone, but I still finished my sentence, quietly as if only to myself, “It was a wolf.”

For the entirety of the game I could not tear myself away from Stiles on the bench, I simply sat down on my haunches beside him. The more I watched Scott the more my nerves started to skyrocket.

If he was good last time, he was phenomenal now. Before, it was unusual. Now it was plain unnatural the way he swerved and dodged, moving with agility that wouldn’t be out of place in a superhero movie. He even did a whole ass flip over three of the players, that was the kicker. I looked up to Stiles who was already looking back down at me, sharing my loss for words.

Once the game was over we were too lost to join in on the cheering. I knew what was up, and it scared me to know that Stiles knew it too.

Was it so crazy to say that Scott was a werewolf?

“So… what exactly are we looking for again?” my eyes wandered over to Stiles at his computer while I lay on his bed, filing my nails.

He was practically buzzing after popping a couple Aderalls the second we got back from school. “Something… Anything!” His hands continued their frenzied typing, the clicking of the keys becoming a soothing background noise.

This was more or less me and Stiles’ typical Wednesday night - him doing whatever at his desk and me simply just being there so I didn’t get too bored sitting at home alone. To be fair, we usually didn’t have the constant impending sense of doom over the fact our best friend might be a freaking werewolf.

But even though we were both here, we hadn’t directly discussed our thoughts or theories, we didn’t really have to. But my anxiety was starting to escalate. “Okay, Stiles!” I speak louder - I had been saying things here or there but he’d been too in his own world to hear.

Finally, he spun his chair around and looked at me with wired eyes, “Hm?”

“What are we doing? What are we thinking?” I longed for a peek into his brain on a regular day, but today I really wanted to delve into those spinning cogs.

He paused to find the words. “We are thinking… There is something seriously up with Scott, and dare I say it- something not even human,” a sigh left his lips that he had bitten to pieces. The way he said ‘we’ instead of ‘I’m thinking’ was almost a plea for agreement, to tell him he’s not going crazy here, and if he was, at least I’d be crazy with him.

I nodded. “Yeah…” it was hard for me to know how much I should or shouldn’t say, or what I could say. Because I knew a lot more than I was letting on, and it was a shitty move - but the more he figured out about Scott… the closer he got to knowing my truth.

Silence hung in the air for a minute before he called me over with a wave of his hand.

“Come, look at this,” he swivelled his chair back around to sift through the myriad of tabs he had open that made his computer run slow and make an awful whirring noise.

My feet carried me to stand behind his chair, bending down to have a look at the screen.

‘Lycaon’

‘Wolfsbane’

A bunch of gory, ancient images littered the screen as he pointed out key phrases from each website.

And then, finally, the word ‘WEREWOLF.’

He must’ve noticed my wide-eyed muteness as he prompted a response out of me.

“Well?” he waited. “Listen, I- I know it sounds crazy, I know that. But… tell me this doesn’t make perfect sense?”

“You’re right,” I admitted candidly. He was.

“Look I’ve texted Scott… I figured he’s the one with all this he should be here to hear it.”

I was left to wonder how Scott would react to all of this; but the fact Stiles had accepted it so quickly was a wonder in itself. Secretly, I think he loved it all a little too much.

Knock knock.

When two loud bangs came from the other side of Stiles’ door he practically jumped out of his skin, luckily I was behind him to hold his chair upright, puting my hand down on his beating chest that he clutched with his own.

I tiptoed toward the door, reaching for the handle, but it opened before I got there.

There he was, his trademark crooked smile plastered on his lips as he could tell from our faces that he had scared us.

“Get in here!” I beckoned.

That’s when Stiles scrambled up to drag Scott in by the collar and pushed him back to sit on the bed while he paced around the room, finally sitting down in his chair.

“I’ve been reading,” he spoke at the speed of light as I took a seat next to Scott.

“For hours,” my hint of sarcasm didn’t seem to be appreciated, so I let him continue.

“Websites, books, all of it!”

Scott chuckled, “How much Adderal have you had today?”

“Unimportant.”

I turned to whisper one last thing before I shut up, “A lot.”

“Remember the joke from the other day…? Not a joke anymore.”

Scott looked clueless.

“The wolf– the bite in the woods!”

Still nothing.

Stiles shot up out of his seat. “Do you even know why a wolf howls?” His hands were flailing about like they always did; sometimes I genuinely thought he moved faster than me, and I have super speed!

“Should I?”

It was a rhetorical question.

“To signal its location to the rest of a pack! So if you heard a wolf howling that means there could’ve been others nearby, maybe even a whole pack of ‘em!”

The poor guy had not taken a break since 3 o’clock. I got up and stood at his side, placing a hand on his shoulder for him to take a breath, “Shh.”

“A whole pack of wolves?” Scott asked, now intrigued.

“No…” Stiles had finally calmed down a tad, “werewolves.”

My insides physically churned upon hearing him say it out loud. Scott however, did not look impressed. He stood up and grabbed his bag, ready to walk out, “Man, are you seriously wasting my time?”

Stiles was about to step forward, but I took over, moving my hand in front of him to signal I had got it, and my other one a bit rougher to Scott’s to stop him from leaving. “Look dude, I saw you on the field today, Scott. What you did today wasn’t just incredible… It was impossible.” My eyes softened, trying to reason with him.

He was about to retort when Stiles jumped back in, “People can’t just do that overnight! You flipped over 3 guys, Scott,” Stiles almost laughed, “Since when have you been able to do that, huh? I mean- your speed, your reflexes! And there’s the vision and the senses,” he listed everything off on his fingers.

“And don’t think I didn’t notice you don’t need your inhaler anymore!”

“Okay, dude! I can’t think about this now, we’ll talk tomorrow.” He somehow brushed off everything thing we had said as if it was the latest school gossip.

But I was now consumed by the same fever as Stiles, scampering up to him and taking him by the shoulders, raising my voice to their volume. “Tomorrow?”

“What!” Stiles added.

“No!” our pleas ping-ponged back and forth rhythmically as we begged for him to just listen. “The full moon’s tonight! Don’t you get it?”

“What are you guys trying to do!” Scott pushed back, but there was nothing in our eyes other than concern for him… and Allison.

“Everything in my life is somehow perfect, for once! Why are you trying to ruin it?”

I could physically feel the shift in the air as Stiles raked his fingers through his hair, taking in a lungful of air. “We’re trying to help,” his sincerity was like a pang to the heart.

“You’re cursed, Scott.”

That somehow hurt even worse.

It was a fact. But I found myself longing again for just a glimpse at what he really thought. Did he think his best friend was a monster? Did he think less of him? My questions were inherently selfish; I didn’t care what he thought about Scott - not nearly as much as what he thought about me. Because imagine how he would feel discovering his other friend is even more cursed, riddled with a dark history of deceit, horror, and even murder.

But this wasn’t about me. “Scott, he’s right,” my face turned just as solemn.

“You’re not only about the risk of you physically changing… it’s also when your bloodlust will be at its peak.”

Ah, my old friend. I was one to talk.

“Bloodlust?” his repetition was incredulous.

“Your-” I cleared my throat and tried again. “Your urge to kill.”

Scott practically seethed as his eyes flicked between us, “I’m already starting to feel an urge to kill, Sera.”

But before I could offer a witty retort of my own, Stiles had begun reading a passage from one of the books on his ransacked desk, “‘The change can be triggered by anger or anything that raises your pulse,’” he snapped the book closed and I half-flinched.

“Alright? I haven’t seen anyone raise your pulse like Allison does. You gotta cancel this date.”

Scott knew he was right, but I could hear the anger raising his pulse right there and then as Stiles shot towards his bag, scrambling around to get his hands on Scott’s phone to do it himself. “Screw it, I’m doing it myself.”

The next few seconds seemed to play in slow motion.

Scott’s voice shouted louder than I’d ever heard it, his actions much more aggressive as he practically flung Stiles against a wall in protest for his phone. A fist aimed at his best friend’s face, and his arm swinging back to push over the chair.

Too fast for either of them to notice I ran forward and intervened, pushing Scott’s now heaving figure away from a shellshocked Stiles. No one spoke.

Until Scott.

“I’m sorry.”

He didn’t sound sorry.

“I gotta get ready for that party.”

Tension in the room hung heavy, it was safe to say that was an unexpected turn.

And me? I was still stuck worrying that either of them had noticed the speed at which I got to them or the strength at which I countered Scott.

But when I finally came to my senses, I knew there was only one thing I could do.

Wordlessly I put my arms around Stiles, his naturally finding their place around my shoulders as I listened to the sound of his breathing.

Whatever was going on with Scott, I would take care of it.

The best way to stop Scott from doing anything stupid tonight was to keep an eye on him in person. He was with Allison at Lydia’s party, which naturally had half the entire school there even though it was announced just yesterday.

Which in turn meant that it might be a little more difficult to spot him than hoped.

Since I had come with Stiles I was immediately roped into one of his and his nerd friends’ conversations about something I had no clue about - it sounded like a foreign language. He could tell I was a little out of place, so he stuck by my side, his hand snaking around my waist as nothing more than a friendly gesture.

While we waited for a gap in conversation to seek out Scott, one of the jocks from the lacrosse team ‘bumped into me,’ a typical cocky grin on his lips. “Sorry, babe.”

It was so insincere I almost laughed in his face.

“Come here, I’ll get you a drink to make up for it.”

Gross. Stiles noticed the interaction and audibly scoffed, but I ignored him.

“Ew?” I said simply in the guy’s face, pushing him away with my fingertips and shooing him off.

This little interaction made the boys we were standing with suddenly aware that I was in fact a girl, and a popular one at that, turning them all even more awkward in the blink of an eye - Stiles found this incredibly stupid.

“Hey,” my demeanour screamed boredom and he must’ve noticed. “You go have fun. We can find Scott later, we’ve got plenty of time.”

My eyes lit up. ‘Thank God.’ “Ugh, you’re the best, Sti,” I grabbed his hand with both of mine and walked away, dropping it when out of reach. “Love you, man!” I pointed a finger at him before turning and skipping away.

There was a collective gasp from those boys, so shocked that Stiles could get a girl to say she loved him.

Poor losers. They’re lucky Stiles was a little nerd at heart because he was way too cool for them.

Outside seemed like my best bet to have some fun. Everyone was dancing, drinking, making out. This was my scene. You never outgrew a high school party (unless you were my buzzkill of a twin brother); just because you’re dead doesn’t mean you have to stop living.

I found some guy to dance with to kill my time, sipping a drink out of a red solo cup, all the while keeping my eyes peeled for that pesky little werewolf on the prowl somewhere.

And as we moved, there he was. He still looked very much human, and Allison didn’t look horrified, so it seemed as though we were all good.

The night moved quickly, 40 minutes had felt like ten and now there were even more people to block my watchful eye.

I could smell dog - or wolf rather - over the alcohol and teenage B.O., so Scott must be nearby.

But as soon as I told myself not to panic, my phone rang.

STILES…

Stiles

SCOTT

MISSING

CAN’T FIND HIM

GET OFF THAT DUDE AND COME

“Shit!” I cursed under my breath, causing the guy I was with to give a dumb ‘huh?’ which I waved off, excusing myself and running back into the house.

I soon found Stiles who was standing at the front door, keys in hand and ready to hit it.

But when we got to Scott’s house he had already left out his bedroom window. He would be back, there was no point in chasing him - not on a full moon, not out there.

Stiles went to sit on the bed while I paced, putting a hand on my forehead.

“Listen,” he stayed calm in an effort to soothe my nerves, “he’ll be back soon. I can take you home and I’ll come back to wait for him, I know you haven't been sleeping well.”

I spun on my heel to look him in the eyes, sincere enough to make my hand drop-down. “It’s fine you don’t-”

“Come on,” he stood up, not letting me finish and I didn’t want to argue - he was right, I was stressed, tired, and could not pull another all-nighter due to supernatural stress.

I was an overthinker in life, that was only amplified with being turned.

“Okay…” I admitted defeat, a once-in-a-lifetime thing to hear from me. Stiles even raised his eyebrows in shock that he didn’t have to do any more convincing.

“Thanks,” I paused, looking up at him. Maybe this was his way of making it even after I saved him from Scott earlier; he was the only one who ever saw that I needed saving sometimes too.

Late-night rides in Stiles’ Jeep were always a comfort. Music on, but not blaring, yet loud enough for me to sing along - quiet enough to hear my soft melodies over the recording.

I got him to drop me off down my road (as usual), using the excuse of ‘not wanting my brother to see me sneak back in.’

But the walk up to my house felt like a walk of shame. Every time I lied it felt worse. Especially to him.

After opening my door I sped straight up to my room, my swirling thoughts refusing to quiet for one second. I felt so alone in this fabricated life I had made spun. I couldn’t tell Scott or Stiles what I knew, and they were the ones fucking involved!

So I did the only thing I could do and called my brother.

“Damon?”

Immediately, he could hear something was up. Yeah, he was a rude, stone-faced, ladykiller (literally), but I saw his true heart of gold, just like when we were kids.

“Sera? Hey, what’s up?”

Where do I start?

Werewolves. My best friend being one of them. Thinking there might be more.

It was a long conversation.

After getting everything off my chest and a nice glass of bourbon, I slept like a rock.

In the morning, Stiles had finally managed to find Scott, picking me up on the way, but I wasn’t much entertainment. I was still half asleep, leaning my head against the window while I yawned.

“You needed that sleep, huh?” Stiles teased, wanting me to admit he was right to send me home last night.

My pride was too strong, but I did crack a smile, “Shut up.”

And soon, we saw a familiar, shirtless frame, wandering alone down where the road met the trees - did he have any idea how much of a werewolf cliche he was?

The car stopped beside him and he saw us, stopping to get in, looking downright shaken.

When he unlatched the door to my side he opened his mouth to tell me to get in the back, but Stiles interrupted before he could.

“Nuh-uh,” he shook his head, hands still gripping the wheel, “you know the drill, climb through,” he nodded toward the back.

My smile widened. It had become a given.

Scott went to protest that he had just been gallivanting through the woods for a night, but Stiles cut him off with another noise, pulling a disgruntled sigh out of Scott as he dove over the middle console.

The drive was unusually tense. A strong vibe of ‘I told you so’ came off both me and Stiles that coerced Scott into silence who now felt bad for the way he reacted yesterday, because we were right.

After about 3 minutes, he finally spoke, “You know what worries me the most?”

Stiles craned his neck back to see his friend curled up against the metal frame, his face unmoving as he was still angry. “If you say Allison I’m gonna punch you in the head.”

“She probably hates me now,” he whined, not listening.

“I doubt that,” I interjected, “But you might wanna come up with a pretty amazing apology.”

“Or you could tell her the truth,” Stiles shrugged as we both cast looks at him to tell him that was stupid. “And revel in the fact that you’re a freaking werewolf!”

“But really, we’ll get through this,” he continued, not only looking to Scott but to both of us. “If we have to we’ll chain you up ourselves on full moon nights and feed you live mice. I had a boa once, I could do it.”

There he was. His tone was lighter again as he reached down into his bag to chuck Scott the shirt he brought for him since we were headed straight for school. It was Stiles. He couldn’t stay mad for too long, not at something he found as awesome as this.

It left me with a glimmer of hope.

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a/n: things are getting tense… check the series masterlist at the top for other parts x leave liked and comments !

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Cosmic Chaos

Chapter 31

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Recap

After hearing Peter’s revelations about Vicki Donovan’s death and the growing supernatural conflicts, you confronts him about his hatred toward the Argent, urging him to avoid unnecessary bloodshed. You later meets with Chris Argent, who apologizes for his family's actions, and Derek, who remains wary of your association with the hunters. As tensions rise, you confesses to Derek that Peter has been haunting your mind, using you as a means to return to life. also reveals the tormenting visions you has been experiencing, feeling lost in their pain. Derek, though unsure how to comfort you, realizes the depth of what you going through and tries to understand.

Bonnie knew something unusual is going on with her, since she’s been having this really terrifying dreams about her ancestor Emily. She concluded that she was being haunted; that's what happens when you take anything that’s remotely valuable to dead person, in her case the damned necklace.

Everything seems to go downfall since she got the necklace and how the hell did, she ended up on the old church ruins? she still doesn’t know. but she knows the right thing to do is go to grams house and tell you and her what happened and to make any sense of it.

But is that what she gonna do? No. you just got back from your death bed in her words and she doesn’t want you to be worried about what’s going on with her. So, she went to Elena which led into meeting damon and the fact that he knows about Emily shouldn’t surprise her as much it did. She knows how you warned about him and how you hellbent on wanting bonnie to stay out the way of the Salvatore brothers all together.

And then it a little argument with her friends broke out and the solution was to conduct a seances which bonnie thought might be a really bad idea why is that, because you once said if there is one thing that you won’t do is that ‘fuck with Ouija board or type of that shit without proper knowledge it’s gonna come possess your ass’ and that’s what exactly happened.

Damon finds Bonnie in the ruins of the old church, setting up a spell. “Hello Emily. You look different.”

Bonnie who’s now become a meat puppet of her ancestor Emily says “I won't let you do it.”

“We had a deal.”

“Things are different now. I need to protect my family.” She stated standing tall and determined

“I protected your family. You owe me.” He did a crappy job honestly.

“I know. I'm sorry.”

‘” You’re about to be a lot more than that.”

Damon tries to attack her, but Emily uses her powers to throw Damon against a tree, and he's impaled on a branch through his stomach.

Fell's Church

Stefan and Elena arrive at the church ruins. Stefan pulls Damon off of the tree branch. “It hurts. This is why I feed on people.”

“Stefan.” Emily calls

“Hello, Emily.”

“These people don't deserve this. They should never have to know such evil.” Her voice held worries.

“What do you mean evil?”

Damon glares at her “Emily. I swear to God; I'll make you regret this.”

“I won't let you unleash them into this world.”

“Them? What part of the story did you leave out, Damon?”

“What does it matter?”

“Emily, tell me what you did.” Stefan asks though he already knew the answer to the question.

“To save her, I had to save them.”

“You saved everyone in the church?”

“With one, comes all.”

“I don't care about them. I just want Katherine.”

Stefan turns to Damon “I knew I shouldn't have believed a single word that comes out of your mouth. This isn't about love, is it? This is about revenge.”

“The two aren't mutually exclusive.”

“Damon, you can't do this.”

“Why not? They killed 27 people, and they called it a war battle. They deserve whatever they get.”

“27 vampires, Damon. They were vampires. You can't just bring them back.”

“This town deserves this.”

“You're blaming innocent people for something that happened 145 years ago.”

“There is nothing innocent about these people, and don't think for a second it won't happen again. They already know too much, and they'll burn your little grandwitch right next to us when they find out. Trust me.”

“Things are different now.” Emily says

“Don't do this.”

“I can't free them. I won't. chants Incendia!” she chants

The pentagram Emily carved into the dirt around her is set ablaze, and flames create a wall between Emily/Bonnie and Stefan, Damon and Elena.

“No! No please.”

“Bonnie!

“No!”

Bonnie/Emily throws the necklace into the air, and it explodes above them. Once the spell is complete and the crystal is destroyed, Emily departs from Bonnie's body. Bonnie finally reawakens, and looks around in horror, having no idea what had just occurred. Damon is furious, and since his deal with Emily is off, filed with anger he speeds towards her he bites Bonnie and feeds on her. Elena yells in fear, and Stefan rushes over to pull Damon off of her. He kneels next to her and checks her pulse.

“She's alive, but barely. I can save her.” Stefan says. He bites into his wrist and dribbles his blood into Bonnie's mouth. Elena watches in shock as her wound closes up right before her eyes.

MEAN WHILE AT THE HALE HOUSE

Stiles right after their class ends call your phone imagine his shock when Derek pick up the phone saying you are at his place and hung without any further convo. Glaring at the phone stiles steps on the gas scott beside him hold on to door yelling stiles name.

When the two of the reach the Hale house the anger turns into confusion as they taken the large new house standing tall.

“Did we shift reality or something? This does not look like Derek’s home.” Stiles mutters.

Scott frown as well his confused puppy dog eyes on full display “Yeah, I’m lost too. It looks a normal home.”

Stiles nods “Yeah, nothing that’s screams derek.” He walks closer the surrounding looks lively as well how did all this happened overnight.

The door open, derek steps out with a neutral look on his face stiles face starts to become red, hurriedly he marches towards him.

“Where the hell is she? What did you do now? Why is she here?” stiles fires question after question standing foot to foot with the man.

Scott beside him follow him up slightly pulling him back, derek sigh annoyedly at the teenager “Keep your voice down, she’s upstairs”

Stiles tries to push past him but derek pull him back by his collar making him jerk backwards splaying around to push derek off him.

“Would you just clam down, she’s asleep.”

“She can sleep in my home, not your dusty house.” Stiles hiss at derek.

Scott untangles them both before standing in between them “Can we just all clam down.” He glances at derek “You have explaining to do, what’s going on.?”

Opening the door wide he answers “I’ll tell you.”

He walks towards the hall room motioning them to sit down, scott forcefully sits stiles down keeping a hand on him.

Derek sits down across them “She did it.” he looks around the house, stiles and scott eyes widen they finally look around the beautiful house. Scott reaches forwards touch the table and plate of fruits he brings an apple to his nose smiling it, its sweet. Stiles fingers trace comfy cushion its smooth and silky.

“But that’s not important?”

Stiles lets humorless laugh “Are you kidding? this is whole new level of power.!”

Scott frown comes back his brow furrowing at serious look on Derek’s face “Something is going with her, inside her mind.”

“What?” stiles and scott asks at the same time.

Derek leans closer putting his hands on his thighs “She said she’s being haunted by Peter; he wants her to bring him back to life.”

Stiles gulps glancing at his friend nervously “it can’t be true right?”

Scott nods along unable to make any sense “Yeah, I mean she just almost died it might have taken mental toll on her.”

“I thought that too, but I saw him.”

“How is that even possible?” stiles ask.

“The night at school, peter had his claws deep in her. he must have already known something will happen to him; I think he might have anchored himself on to her.” derek answers in all seriousness.

“Should we call an exorcist” stiles blurred out derek close his eyes exhaling he turns to them.

“Its not work like that, and that’s not just it.”

“There is more?” stiles high-pitched voice vibrates around the house.

Conjuring his all his patience derek sit straight “She said she was having these dreams of a women every time she sleeps, her screams. Something about if she doesn’t change anything how everyone around her will die. That she need bring back Peter so she could learn, I don’t know what he did but she believes he can help her and she kept saying how her grams going to die that she can’t become like the women she saw in her dreams…. but what still unbelievable to me is that…. she said the women she saw is her……but from another universe.”

“A whole another universe?” scott sits astonished at the information.

Stiles mouth hang opens processing it all “Wait, why would she say all this you.” he glances at you “I mean why would she hide this from us.”

Derek glance at them “Well she didn’t actually didn’t tell me; she lost her composure it. she was sobbing and ranting.”

Stiles sits up “I should check on her.” this time derek and scott doesn’t stop him, stiles take two steps at one time entering the room he sighs at the sight of sleeping peacefully. He wants to scold you holding it all until you broke down also beating himself up for being caught up everything around that’s he missed your subtle signs of distress he knows how you still find it hard to open up even after everything you three been gone through together. He hates that you still haven’t learn to be fully open with them, the fear of being a burden but he also knows not push you.

He frowns when your face twisted into confusion and fear, like you’re in some sort of nightmare hurrying towards you he shakes you awake making you jolt awake, rushed footsteps can be heard stiles yell your name to wake, lifting you up slightly of the bed you open your eyes with a panicked expression.

“Bonnie?!” you mumble making stiles further confused scott and derek stands beside him, you stumbled out the bed repeating her name.

Stiles holds on to your shoulders stabling you “Bonnie…. we have to...go.” you try to walk but stiles pull you back.

“Wait! hold on, what’s going on?”

You wrench yourself from his hold only for to scott to take hold of you “Clam down, first.”

“No, she’s hurt.” You shake your head your eyes dazed “We have to go…she needs me.”

you try to push scott off your stiles comes into your vision “Okey, okey… We will go.”

Stiles takes your hands nodding at scott, scott leads you out the house stiles run to his jeep starting it as scott helps you inside. Derek stands on the porch before following you. you tell stiles to go to church ruins stepping on the gas he speeds when you reach there just then you hear bonnie screams and cries of fear running towards the sources you see bonnie on the ground, elena and Stefan crouch down next to bonnie.

“Bonnie!”

Stefan and elena gets thrown away from her a red mist throwing them away, making them grunt. You kneel down next to her taking her into your lap you call her name she has you can feel her blood on your hands you shift her head to side you see a bite mark closing up, your breath gets rapid shaking her awake.

She opens her eyes she cries out of confusion and pain making your tears fall as well, “Its okey, you’re alright.”

“Damon…...he…bite me. What’s going on?” she choked out.

Stiles and scott and derek glance at damon who now waking up Stefan helps elena to stands they both tense still shocked at sudden attack.

You can feel your anger rising inside you, helping bonnie sit up you reassure her “Its alright now, he won’t hurt you now.”

“Are you alright?” you wipe the blood off of her neck the wound is now fully healed, taking her hand in yours she glances around her eyes falling on Elena and Stefan Elena steps closer with Stefan on her toe but stops when you stare down at them.

“Elena? What’s going on?” bonnie asks again.

“Yeah, elena what’s going on? I would really like know what the hell you all doing?”

Elena gulps before nodding and recounting what went down, you sit bonnie down on fallen stone wall.

You run your hands down your face after hearing what went down from the demonic possession to damon trying to kill bonnie, that not just making you anxious it’s the church ruins, the place you saw in your dreams….. just nothing good came out that, this is where Grams and bonnie would help the Salvatore brothers to open the tomb which leads to grams…death.

Now the dreams feel more frighting as ever, standing up you glare down at the three “Bonnie for the love of God if you’re going to something stupid talk to me or grams what made you think conducting séance is good idea, let alone with them!” you point at elena and Stefan.

“No, you listen to me.” You cut off bonnie before she can get a word out “You could have died or worse she could take your body over wear as meat suit for however long she wished to.”

Scott and stiles stand on the side with derek while derek might new to the furious version of you they were familiar with it but that doesn’t mean they are not worried but they know it’s not wise to intervene.

Elena warily shits taking a step towards the you two “Its wasn’t her fault.”

“Can you shut it for once!” you snap at her making her stop, bonnie stands up scoffing.

“Why are yelling at us? Did you forget you nearly died! You don’t get to talk.” Bonnie comes standing toe to toe with you. scott and stiles tense at her words though her glare didn’t have much effect on derek her words cut him deep more than he like to admit.

You huff “and I was fucking terrified, and I know you were to. And I do get to talk. We were in different situation and you know that too. I know what I was doing unlike you; it was my choice.”

She looks away from you, stiles whisper your name making you look at him. sighing you run your hands through your hair “You better come clean to grams before I do.”

“Whatever.”

You narrow your eyes at her “Bonnie.”

“Fine.”

You nod walking towards her you turn her neck she hesitantly let you satisfied with healing you step back bonnie looks at elena and Stefan, elena starts to walk towards you two stepping aside you let them do their thing though your kind a feel bad for snapping at them your pride doesn’t let you apologize.

They start to walk towards Elena’s car “Wait.” You walk towards them “do you have any money on you?” you ask bonnie she shakes her head.

“No why?”

You search your pockets you always have emergency cash on you “Here, buy some pomegranate juice and any chocolate. It would be good for you.”

She doesn’t take it making you sigh “Don’t make me repeat again” she huffs taking the money walking away. “Make sure she drinks it.” you say to elena she nods following bonnie.

You watch as they drive off “Not so fast Stefan.” You turn to the vampire halting him before he can vanish, you turn to him. “As much as I am grateful for you saving bonnie, it’s your brother who tried to kill her.”

Stefan lowers his head “I apologize behalf of my brother, but I give you my words he won’t hurt her anyone.”

“Did you apologize to Matt Donovan, when you and your brother killed his sister?” Stefan tense, stiles and scott eyes widen at your words.

“Did you?” your voice sharp demanded again.

“I had to do it; I was protecting elena.” he reasoned.

You roll your eyes “And who the hell was responsible for turning Vicki. I don’t know what kind of weird fetish you both brothers have with elena but leave bonnie out of it.” You clench your fist beside you “bonnie is kind and don’t take advantage of that.”

Stefan stiffly nods before speeding away, you unclench your hands with a loud sigh sitting down the stone you run your hands down you face looking at the tomb beneath you dread fills your lungs.

Stiles and scott look at each other before walking towards you “that was intense” stiles mutters derek and scott picks up the increasing heart rate and emotion changing into anger to fear and uncertainty.

“I was right.” your voice comes out wobbly making the three worried stiles quick to join beside you wrapping his hands around you. scott crouches downs in front of you derek walk closer the three of you not far but not too close.

“What’s wrong? talk to us.” Stiles squeeze your frame.

“I saw this place; I saw grams dies because some stupid ritual just like what bonnie was doing here.” You choked out shaking in stiles hold. You feel like pulling your hair out of its roots.

Stiles says your name tenderly “It might be just dream.” You shake your head tears starts to fall from your eyes looking at him.”

“No, stiles…. it’s not a dream…not anymore you have to believe me. I don’t know what to do. I don’t want her die.” Scott takes your hands in his.

“It’s okey, we will figure it out. Nothing is going to happen to your grams.” Scott says his wide eyes fixed on your red one. “Now let’s calm down, okey nothing will happen.”

Stiles run his hands up and down on your shoulders “How about we sleepover at my place, it’s been a while hasn’t it.?”

Scott nod stiles pull you up “come on, I just got notification on new chapter on game I talked about. We can discuss about the methods they use to kill vampires.” Stiles said with an excitement gleaming in his eyes though derek and scott looks at him weirdly but you laugh a little making him laugh as well.

Derek stands watching you and stiles walk away scott soon follow them parting him with nod, for the first time you seem to hide away from his always watching eyes, refusing to let yourself glance at him though he thought he might be okey with it, content with the fact that you don’t always returns his glaring eyes with equally heated glares or sassy remarks or even you soft eyes only sets flaming pit of fire on his gut, Its feels uncomfortable to exist….

STILENSKIS HOUSE

Stiles can be chattering box that does not have an off button, you found it amusing and annoying time to time there is no in between. Scott knows that, he also found it insufferable when the two of you engage in mindless banter about something so irrelevant to mind boggling things ranging from the how a total stranger behaved to how the universe is vast that aliens are not green. Stiles is expert at making things lighter with his presences and his never-ending chattering while scott more of attentive with his actions and then there is rare occasions where they both simply exists to make things lighter for you.

Just like now nuzzled between the two scott held bowl of popcorn in his lap, while stiles scroll on his laptop searching for something to watch while you just stay wrapped in blanket. Stiles settle on old movie calming its educational for scott. The movies play its only sound that can be heard aside from the chewing of popcorn time to time.

The three of stay awake until the credits start rolling you sigh sitting straight your eyes heavy shoulders dropping. You lean back “I’ll take it derek told you two everything.”

Stiles nod still refusing to speak you know they want to hear to from your lips as well so you exhale “I don’t know where to begin with it feels a lot.”

“We got all night.” Scott says softly handing you your drink you take a sip you thank him before give him it back

“I think its my power connected to someone who also has this power in another world, she said we are the same that our fate is the same has the power that unimaginable but…. losing everyone that I will hold dear to….it made her a ruthless merciless, became a creature that she loathed all because she tried have her family back…this power isn’t great as I thought” you look down at your hands stiles holds your open palm in his hands holding it tightly making you glance at him.

“But that doesn’t mean it will happen to you” scott nods at stiles words taking hold of your other hand squeezing it.

“I won’t be sure, peter…. He is inside my head. I think he latched on to me somehow when he scratched me at night at school. He saw something that he sure that I would become something far worse than he is.” your voice tremble remembering the sinister grin he used give you but compared to now you feel they are two different person.

Scott and stiles look at each other “Peter is not someone you listen to; he has way getting things done on his whims.” Scott argued “can you still see him?”

You shake your head “He’s been silent since last night.”

“We will figure out how to deal with all this.” Stiles say yawing “we will be here to pull you back if you went to too deep.”

“You can’t always be there for me.” Your voice lacks any bite just acceptances stiles roll his eyes.

“Watch me.” Stiles lay down stretching “Now shut up and let’s sleep.”

Scott bumps his shoulders with you “We will figure it out, we always do.” Scott put the bowl away standing up he walks to the bathroom and wash his hands before drying his hands and putting the laptop away mumbling about stiles laziness.

He sighs a smile on his lips when he sees you settles down tugging blanket from stiles who already snoring away.

BENNETT HOUSE

Bonnie sits on her bedroom, she didn’t dare to go to grams after what happened nor does she wanna see you, you clearly told her to be anywhere near the Salvatore’s brothers and she was right you were right Damon is bad news he literally tried to kill her for reason that’s not even hers, she is grateful that one of brother is not murderous vampire like Damon.

She can still feel his fangs on her neck—the fear, the loneliness. The fact that she barely survived is still incomprehensible. Is this how you felt as well she groans falling to her bed, a silent tear falls from her face.

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