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Title: When You’re the Best of Friends

Pairings: Stora (Stiles Stilinski + Cora Hale)

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Word Count: 10,239

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Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Brief Non-Con Touching & Kissing

Square Filled: Best Friends to Lovers

Written For: @anyfandomfluffbingo

Summary:

Cora Hale and Stiles Stilinski have been best friends since the womb. Okay from the time they were born they have been inseparable.

Talia and Claudia have always been powerless to separate them. The two kids did everything together. They were always at either the Hale’s or the Stilinski's, rarely if ever separated. Sleepovers became an every night kind of thing.

Cora Hale and Stiles Stilinski have been best friends since the womb. Okay from the time they were born they have been inseparable.

Talia and Claudia have always been powerless to separate them. The two kids did everything together. They were always at either the Hale's or the Stilinski's, rarely if ever separated. Sleepovers became an every night kind of thing.

Cora loved soccer and swimming. Stiles loved cross country and swimming. So naturally Cora joined cross country and Stiles joined soccer. They would get up at the crack of dawn and go running every morning and then practice soccer drills for at least an hour every evening. They were both extremely competitive–still are–with each other and then would team up and be competitive with others. Everything from sports, to clubs, to their grades to video games...if they could compete, they would.

Everyone kept waiting for them to become rivals or to have a falling out, but they never did. Year after year they only grew closer.

Eventually people stopped expecting them to fight and began to expect them to fall in love or at least fuck. Stiles and Cora were aware of this, but they have never allowed other people to determine their relationship.

That all changed on New Year's Eve their junior year of high school. They had gone to the party together but not like together together.

Cora is determined to kiss Stiles. She is finally going to tell her best friend how she feels. As the countdown begins, she tries to find Stiles.

"5...4...3..."

"Stiles?" she calls out only to see his lips claimed by a girl named Heather, in their grade as everyone shouted.

"HAPPY NEW YEAR!"

Cora's heart shatters and she turns away, missing the moment when Stiles pushes away from Heather with a scowl on his face and searches for her as he wipes his mouth with a disgusted expression.

Stiles is panicking. He had a whole plan. He was going to kiss Cora. He was going to tell her how he feels, but she is nowhere to be found. He calls her but it goes straight to voicemail. He texts her but gets no response. So, he goes to the Hale House only to find that Derek won't let him in.

"Please Der? I need to see her. I have to–"

Derek crosses his arms. "You don't have to do anything. She doesn't want to see you right now. So go home."

"But Derek I–"

"GO!"

Stiles clears his throat as he tries to swallow the lump of emotion stuck in it. With a nod he turns and climbs back into his jeep. He glances up at Cora's bedroom window and finds the curtains shut. She always left them open for him and now–He starts the jeep and drives away. He is left heartbroken and decides to give her space.

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When Stiles shows up to school the following Monday after a very depressing weekend with zero contact from his best friend, he plans to just march right up to her and talk to her.

It's not until he gets in the front doors that he notices everyone staring at him with varied expressions. Pity. Anger. Surprise. Confusion. Stiles gives them an uncertain smile as he makes his way to his locker. He doesn't understand why they are looking at him like that.

That is until he turns down the hallway for the lockers and sees Cora with her back against his locker, her lips slotted with Theo of all people.

He stands there frozen, staring as his heart shatters into pieces, before turning on his heel and heading to class. He has never been more grateful that he never stores anything in his locker.

His seat in calculus is usually right next to Cora's and for a moment he debates switching seats but then decides against it. He won't change things just because his best friend decided to make out with Theo.

Shaking his head, he pushes the sight of Cora and Theo's make out to the back of his mind and focuses on his schoolwork. He had finished his calculus early on Friday afternoon, so he'd have the whole weekend free. Granted he had pictured telling Cora how he feels and then them spending time together just the two of them but well...

He barely notices her trying to get his attention and he is reminded again of the kiss when she sits with Theo and Jackson at lunch. He sits at their usual table grateful for Allison and Isaac.

Allison looks at him worried. "Is everything okay with you and Cora?" she whispers.

Stiles takes a bite of his curly fries to avoid answering verbally but he shakes his head and then shrugs.

Isaac pushes his own curly fries over and offers a reassuring smile. "You need them more than me."

"Thanks guys."

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The misunderstanding with the New Year's kiss is what starts it all. Cora gets competitive and decides to one up Stiles by kissing someone. She wasn't planning on kissing Theo of all people, but she knows by the way Stiles retreats that she should've kissed anyone but the guy who had never been kind to Stiles.

Cora remembers what Theo did to her best– are they still best friends?–their freshman year of high school which makes her feel even worse.

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There's never been a time in their lives that they weren't spending time together. Not even when Cora had ear surgery when she was five. Stiles convinced his mother to let him stay and he would curl up in the bed with Cora.

When Stiles was supposed to go to camp one summer, he refused cause it was only for boys, and he wanted Cora to go too. So, they signed up for a summer camp that allowed both girls and boys to come. They were eight and had the best summer ever.

At age ten they share their first kiss. It was inexperienced and they giggled afterward but it was still special.

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Little moments all special to her, flit through her mind as the school day passes torturously slow but when the final bell rings, she rushes to the parking lot only to tear up when she realizes Stiles's jeep is already gone.

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As the year progresses, they drift apart more and more, neither of them knowing how to bridge the gap.

Then comes junior prom, which is all anyone who's anyone is talking about.

Heather corners Stiles in the library where he's studying and typing away on his laptop.

"So, I was thinking..."

"Sounds dangerous," he murmurs distractedly.

Heather huffs and slips her arms around his shoulders from behind uncaring of the way he stiffens in response. "Go to prom with me, Stilinski. You've got all the makings of a King."

Stiles grows even more tense and shakes his head. "I'm not much of a dancer. Plus, we're juniors. There is no King."

"Hm. Maybe not but imagine getting Prince this year and then King next year," she purrs in his ear, making him feel nauseous.

"No. I'm not going to prom." He gathers his things and after saving his work shuts his laptop and stands up. "Find someone else."

Heather reaches for his arm, and he pulls out of reach. "Oh, come on baby. Go to prom with me."

Stiles sets his jaw and glares. "I said no. Don't call me baby. Don't touch me ever again. Leave me the hell alone."

"You kissed me back!" She shrieks.

"You can't kiss back when you never wanted the kiss in the first place. You're the one who forced yourself on me. I meant it when I said no. So go find some other boy toy. I'll report you if you try it again."

He turns and leaves the library with his head held high. Stiles has a couple stops to make: the coach's office, the music room, the English classroom, the guidance counselor's office and finally the principal's office. It's time he got out of here.

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Despite Stiles turning down a date to prom, Cora still goes, and she goes with Theo. Stiles's heart aches at the sight of her accepting Theo's promposal. He can't just fall out of love with her, but he can't tell her how he feels either. It seems pretty obvious to him that she doesn't feel the same as he does. He hates what Heather did but maybe it was easier this way?

Cora feels nervous and wants to back out so badly, but Theo asked her to prom and well Stiles is going with Heather. So why shouldn't she go to prom too? No one else asked her anyway.

Derek is the one who is home when Theo comes to get her. She's wearing a short lavender dress with sparkles all over it. Theo of course decided against matching, but he did give her corsage. The only problem is that she's allergic to flowers. This makes her brother's eyebrows turn down into a glare, but before he can chew Theo out, Cora has taken her date's arm and is being led to his car.

The car drives away and Derek huffs pulling out his phone. He fires off a text and heads back inside.

[To Stiles] Is that invitation to hang out still open?

[From Stiles] Sure, is Der-Bear. Come on over.

[To Stiles] I thought we said you wouldn't call me that anymore.

[From Stiles] I said no such thing. You told me not to and I ignored it. I know you secretly love it. Now hurry up or the pizza will be gone by the time you get here.

Derek rolls his eyes but smiles as he grabs his jacket and keys. Pretty soon he's in his Camaro and speeding down the road. There had better be some pizza left.

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Prom is not what Cora expected it to be at all. Theo is quite handsy and Jackson badmouths Stiles a lot. Lydia just rolls her eyes and smirks at his remarks.

Cora is regretting coming. She feels extremely uncomfortable. She even pulls out her phone when she escapes to the bathroom for a few minutes debating calling Stiles but changes her mind.

When she exits the restroom, her eyes scan the crowd, but she doesn't see Stiles anywhere. She does spot Heather though and is confused to see her making out with Caitlin. Since when is Heather into girls and why would she be here without Stiles? Cora heard her ask him to prom.

She pulls her phone out, ignoring Theo's arm around her waist and texts her brother.

[To Derek] Hey big brother. Is there any change you could come get me?

[From Derek] Why? I thought you were excited for prom.

[To Derek] I was. Kind of but Theo is an asshole, and I don't want to be here anymore.

[From Derek] Text Peter or Laura. One of them will come and get you, I'm sure.

[To Derek] Why can't you come?

[From Derek] I'm with friends right now.

Cora swallows thickly. Derek is with friends, and he didn't say who, which means one of them is probably Stiles.

[To Peter] Hey Uncle Peter. Can you come get me from the school?

[From Peter] Someone not having as good of a time as they had hoped? I wonder why.

She huffs and fights back tears.

[To Laura] Please come get me?

[From Laura] I'm already on my way.

With a sigh she slips her phone back into her clutch and steps away from Theo. "So, this was not fun and I'm going to head out now."

"Whatever," Theo says with a smirk. "I'm surprised you stayed as long as you did."

Lydia and Jackson smirk and Cora feels furious. "Well, you're an asshole. All three of you are. All you do is bad mouth my best friend and–"

"Sweetie, are you sure he's your best friend?" Lydia asks with a faux sympathetic look. "I mean if I had been his friend in some alternate universe where I was literally insane and I pulled the shit you did, I wouldn't want anything to do with you."

Jackson laughs and nods as he slips his arm around Lydia's shoulder. "Come on, this is Stilinski we're talking about. He's always had a few screws loose and he's just–"

Cora feels her phone vibrate as grabs a glass of punch throwing the sticky liquid all over Lydia and Jackson with a furious expression. Her tone is glacial. "Stiles Stilinski is the best thing to ever happen in my life. Yeah, I don't know if we're still best friends, but seventeen years of friendship since fucking diapers isn't going to just vanish because I kissed an asshole."

Theo grins. "Maybe if it was any other asshole but me." His grin becomes a smirk. "After all, how could he forgive you for it when we both know I'm the reason he almost–"

Cora snags his drink and dumps it on his head before storming out with a big 'Fuck you!' thrown over her shoulder.

Laura is waiting outside, and Cora quickly slips into the passenger seat. She barely manages to fasten her seatbelt before she bursts into tears.

Her sister doesn't say anything as she starts the car and drives them home.

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"Thanks for coming to hang out Der."

Derek looks over at Stiles who is flipping through the pages of a journal. "Of course. I mean I–" He hesitates. "I'm sorry for..." he trails off.

Stiles glances over at him and shrugs one shoulder. "You didn't do anything wrong. I was worried you wouldn't want to hang out after the whole thing."

"As if. You're my friend even if you and my sister are on the outs. Plus, you got me pizza."

That elicits a laugh out of Stiles. The two guys had bid Isaac, Danny, Allison and Kira goodbye a couple hours ago and that left just the two of them.

"What's the journal for?" Derek asks.

Stiles closes it and stands up making his way to the attic ladder. "It was once something but now it's nothing." He deposits the journal on a shelf in the attic and then closes the door.

Derek frowns. "It was for her, wasn't it?"

"Yeah," Stiles mumbles. "Oh. Would you do me a favor?"

"Sure. What's up?"

Stiles walks over to his desk and picks up an envelope. "Would you give this to her?"

Derek takes the envelope from the amber eyed boy and nods. "I will." He swallows thickly, having noticed the packed bags. "When are you leaving?"

"In the morning."

Derek isn't a hugger normally, but he pulls Stiles into one. "Call me if you need anything."

Stiles chuckles wetly. "Never thought I'd see the day where Derek Hale would hug me."

"I'm serious," the older man whispers.

"I know. I will call if I need you. Okay?"

They part and Stiles walks Derek out. He needs to get some sleep. It's a long drive in the morning. He glances at his desk once more when he reaches his room. The diploma is hard to look at but well he's a high school graduate now.

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Cora is a wreck and after she gets home, she quickly shucks her prom dress before getting in the shower to wash away the night. Now she's sitting on the couch with her knees against her chest and her chin resting on her knees.

The fireplace is crackling, and she gets lost in thought staring at the flames. Her hair is in a messy bun which is familiar and comforting because it's how Stiles always loved her hair to be the most. She's even wearing one of his hoodies and a pair of his boxers he had left behind once, and they had gotten thrown in with the Hale's laundry.

Her tears have long since stopped falling but her heart still aches. It's half past 1 am when the front door opens. Peter is shut in his office working on a case. Laura had gone out with her girlfriend, Lyla. So, it's either her mother–which is highly unlikely considering Talia and Claudia had gone for a ladies's retreat–or Derek.

Her brother peeks his head into the living room and locks eyes with Cora. "You're still up?"

She nods. "Yep."

"Can't sleep?" he asks.

She shakes her head. "Nope."

Derek sighs and makes his way over to her. He plops down on the couch and turns to face her. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not really," she whispers, surprised at his offer. Derek hates to talk about feelings. "Did you have a good time with your friends?"

"Definitely."

Cora swallows thickly. "Were you with Stiles?"

Derek quirks a brow and nods. "Yes. I was also with Isaac, Kira, Allison and Danny."

"Oh." She nods and sniffles. "I'm glad you had fun."

Her brother reaches into his back pocket and holds out the letter. "Stiles asked me to give this to you."

Cora's eyes widen and she snatches the letter from him. Her fingers trace the amber eyed boy's handwriting of her name and how he has always drawn a heart in the center of the o. "Why didn't he give it to me himself?"

Derek's expression makes her wince. "Really?"

"Yeah. Okay. Fair."

"I'm heading to bed." He gets up and kisses her forehead before heading upstairs to bed.

Cora stares at the letter afraid to open it. What if he doesn't want to be friends anymore? What if he hates her? What if he is explaining himself? What if he wants to be with Heather? What if–She heads upstairs and shoves it into her nightstand drawer. Tonight has been too emotional for her. She'll read it tomorrow.

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Stiles melts into his mother's arms as she hugs him. "Be safe and call me when you get there."

"I will Matka."

She kisses his forehead and ruffles his hair. He laughs and places a kiss on her cheek before climbing into the jeep. His bags are in the backseat all packed and ready to go.

"I love you Mischief."

He waves and hollers out his window as he pulls away. "Love you more Matka!"

She chuckles and watches as he disappears down the street. "I love you most."

Noah gets home from the station a few hours later and heads to bed to sleep off his shift. Claudia does some cooking before settling in to watch her favorite show. She and Talia got back early this morning so she could say goodbye to Stiles.

The two mothers are worried about their kids, but neither will intervene yet if at all. Some things have to be learned the hard way.

Plus, Stiles turns eighteen this summer and Cora will turn eighteen as well at the end of summer. They're adults now and need to spread their wings a little. This is why she was more than fine with her son going to his grandparent's house for the summer.

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Cora bursts into her brother's room late in the afternoon the next day. Derek snaps his head in her direction, having been deep into a book he was reading. "What is your problem?"

"Maybe I should just go see him. He can tell me in person what the letter says."

Derek sighs and bookmarks his place before looking at his younger sister. "He said he's leaving but wanted me to give that to you. So, you should just read it."

Cora's jaw drops. "Leaving?! No. Why?"

Derek sighs. "Read the letter." Then he goes back to his book.

Cora's heart races, tears forming as she dashes out of the house, running as fast as she can to Stiles's house only to have Mrs. Stilinski tell her that he is already gone.

Her best friend is gone. "Stiles," she whispers to herself as she walks back home. She sits on her bed and reads the letter.

Cora,

I hate saying this in a letter but needs must and I just can't say it out loud.

I'm leaving for the summer. I need to get away. I need to think and just clear my head.

I hope you had a good prom and that you have a good summer. I'm sorry I won't be there to help you perfect your dives, but I know you can do it. You've always had better form than me anyway.

Enjoy summer break. It's the last one before you'll be getting ready to leave for college.

My phone won't be on, and I'll be out of reach. Please let me have this time.

Always,

Stiles.

She reads it several times before carefully folding it up, sliding it back into the envelope and putting it back in the drawer of her nightstand.

Then she curls up under the quilt he made her when they were in seventh grade, as she cuddles with the stuffed wolf he gave her. She misses him so much.

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It takes a little over six hours to get to his grandparents' house and upon arrival, he melts into their hugs. His grandparents own a mansion in the country and the fresh air is doing him wonders already. It's calm and serene out here.

He eagerly helps his grandmother with chores, especially cooking and baking. His grandfather gives him more lessons on how to ride a horse. He has his own horse named Mischief. It's what his mom has always called him since he was little.

For the first week that's all he does is ride Mischief and make sure she's brushed, fed, watered and that her hooves are cleaned.

During his second week of the summer at his grandparent's house, Stiles meets Avery Astor. She is sarcastic, sweet and a lot of fun to be around.

He's sure that if his heart didn't already belong to Cora then he'd have given it to Avery and then asked her on a date.

"Why is it that we can't have who our hearts want?" Avery asks as she sits in the shade of an old oak by the river.

Stiles skips a rock and shrugs. "I don't know. Sometimes I say fuck the universe."

"Who has your heart?"

"Her name is Cora. We've been best friends since we were in diapers, though our mothers say we were friends since conception. It's a running joke I think but it's serious."

Avery tilts her head, her blonde curls bouncing. "So, what happened?"

Stiles's shoulders slump and the last rock just sinks to the bottom. "I don't know. I mean I do but I also don't." He sits next to her and fiddles with the blades of grass. "It's hard to explain."

"Well, I have all summer. So, you can talk to me if you need to."

"I'll think about it. What about you?"

Avery snorts. "There's a girl I've loved since she saved my life at the pool like three years ago. She was a lifeguard and I had done this dive to try and impress her. I embarrassed myself when my head hit the board as I fell wrong. She ended up reviving me. Her parents aren't my biggest fans."

Stiles frowns. "Why not? You're amazing."

"Thanks Bambi but you see these tattoos and piercings, right?"

"Yeah. They're badass."

"Well, her parents are snooty rich folks, and their daughter is like Miss California or something. Even if she loved me, they'd never approve, and she wants their approval."

Stiles tilts his head. "They're rotten for that. Does she love you?"

Avery shrugs. "I have no idea, but I think it's best I move on. Either way, I can't have who I want."

They exchange a look and Stiles swallows. "So..."

Blue eyes bore into his own amber eyes as she moves closer. "What if we had some fun, Bambi? Just you and me. I mean neither of us can have who we want."

Stiles blinks. "Are you even straight?"

"Oh, Bambi I'm bisexual as fuck. Plus, you're gorgeous. So, I figured why not? I mean, it's up to you."

His heart wants Cora but they're not together and he doesn't know where they are in their friendship. So, it's easy to lean forward and capture Avery's lips with his own.

She moans softly and guides him to lay back. She slowly straddles his hips, and they move together as their kisses deepen. It's pure lust, fueled by desperation to be close to someone. She feels so good with her heat surrounding him and he's glad he keeps a condom in his wallet.

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Avery and Stiles have a fling that becomes dating but neither expects it to go anywhere. Avery knows Stiles loves someone else and so does she, but they find comfort in each other since they can't be with the ones they love.

She is the one to talk Stiles into a couple tattoos and a couple piercings, the day after his eighteenth birthday, as well as a new wardrobe. Not to change him but to help him feel more settled and comfortable in his own skin.

"You know I had my doubts," Stiles says as he checks his reflection in the bedroom mirror. "Yet, I have to say I look good." His fingers trace the tattoos on his arms. He got a fox on one shoulder and a wolf on the other.

As he admires them, he feels slim fingers trace his nipples while Avery's chin rests on his shoulder.

"I told you that you're hot, Bambi. You just couldn't see it under all those layers." Her voice is soft, and her fingers tease the metal bars in his sensitive buds making him moan.

He spins around and captures her mouth in a heated kiss, their tongues dancing, eliciting shivers in her body at the feeling of the cool metal of his tongue piercing in her mouth. He's shirtless and she eagerly falls back on the bed letting him hover over her.

Within mere minutes they're naked and she's rolling a condom onto his cock before he sinks into her in one smooth thrust.

"Gods, Bambi!" she cries out as he pummels her g-spot over and over again.

Stiles nips at her neck and wraps his pink lips around her nipples before tracing each pink erect peak with his tongue.

Avery cries out, clamping tight around him squirting as her orgasm crashes over her, him following not far behind her.

After they clean up, Stiles goes back to eyeing his tattoos and she smiles fondly at him. "You really do look good."

"I feel good."

With one last look, he pulls her up and tosses a bathing suit at her. "Let's go for a swim."

Avery laughs and tugs on the bikini. "Race you?"

"Oh, you're on!"

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Stiles's clothes are much more form fitting now and he loves it. He doesn't feel different exactly. He still feels like himself, but he looks more confident and well he feels a lot more confident too. Avery helped him own his body, his looks and his entire being.

He may also have gotten a small tattoo on his ankle in her handwriting.

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Cora tries to do what Stiles said in his letter and enjoy her summer but it's really really hard when they've spent every summer together. She does perfect her dive but he's not there to see it so it doesn't feel as special. She still gets Laura to record it just in case.

She also gets to meet Lyla for the first time and couldn't help the pang in her heart when she sees how happy her sister is with her girlfriend.

Lyla and Laura are college roommates and went from roommates, to friends, to best friends to dating. Cora won't be surprised if they're endgame. They sure look like it.

Derek hasn't heard from Stiles since the last time Cora asked and gives her a disapproving look. Which is fair because Stiles did say he'd be out of touch. She can't help it though if she wondered if he was just going to apply that to her.

Still summer sucks and she's looking forward to when it ends because that means Stiles will be back and she's been rehearsing all summer what she'll say to him.

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After he rides Mischief once more, he gets his things packed into his jeep. Avery is leaning against the fence with a soft smile on her face. "Well, I guess this is it, Bambi."

Stiles pulls her into a hug and kisses her cheek. "Guess so, but we'll see each other again. I'd like to be friends if you would."

Avery smiles and kisses his cheek. "I'd kick your ass if you just disappeared on me."

"Well, good thing I don't have any plans to do that then." He glances at the road he's about to take on his way back home and his shoulders tense. "What if our friendship is irreparable?" he asks softly.

"Didn't you say you two have been friends since you were born?"

Stiles nods. "Yeah."

Avery sighs and hugs him burying her face against his chest. "Then don't give up on it. Not everyone is so lucky to have such a friendship."

"She broke my heart. She kissed Theo."

"She did and I'm not excusing her behavior, but you can either talk about it and forgive her or you can let him win and allow what happened to ruin an eighteen year friendship."

Stiles huffs and nods playing with her hair absentmindedly. "All right. Theo is a fucking asshole. I'll see about talking to her. Maybe we can at least be friends."

"You'll always want more."

"I know."

"Can you live with that?"

Stiles shrugs. "I'll have to. I'd rather have her in my life as my friend than not at all." He feels his phone buzz and pulls back. "That's my alarm. I have to get going. Call you when I'm home?"

Avery playfully punches his shoulder. "You'd better or I'll hunt you down myself."

They exchange a final hug and a final chaste kiss before he's on the road back to Beacon Hills.

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The day Stiles is due back, Cora is a ball of nerves. She has turned down every single one of Theo's advances because her heart belongs to the boy full of mischief. She can only hope his heart can belong to her.

Theo spread salacious things about her and how she was in bed. It's ridiculous because they never even had sex but it doesn't stop people from believing it and well if Stiles were here, they'd never say it but he's not here. So, it's a free for all.

Cora shows up to the Stilinski house to wait for Stiles to get back. She gets there early and watches the Sheriff head into work around 8 am. Then Mrs. Stilinski heads to her nursing shift around 11 am. After that it's a waiting game until Stiles's jeep pulls up around 3 pm that afternoon.

Her stomach sinks to her feet as her heart gets lodged in her throat. Here goes nothing and everything all at once. To say that it is a shock to see Stiles again is an understatement. The guy doesn't even look like Stiles but then again, those eyes are still full of mischief.

"Oh. Hello Cora," he says as he gets out of his jeep.

Cora stands from her place on the front steps of his house. "Hey Stiles." Her voice is soft as her eyes take in his appearance. She sees a glint of silver near his mouth and his clothes are tighter. He looks good. He looks really fucking good.

Stiles grabs his duffel bag out of the back seat and walks up to the house. Cora steps aside and tries to find words but is surprised when Stiles gestures. "You wanna come inside?" he asks as he opens the door.

"S-Sure. Thanks."

"Have a seat. You know where everything is. I'm gonna shower quick."

Cora nods and watches him head upstairs before she gets settled on the couch. Cora's cheeks twinge pink at the image of Stiles in the shower. She shifts uneasily feeling herself get turned on. She's always been attracted to her best friend but there's just something about him now that intensifies that feeling. She squeezes her thighs together to try and quell the growing want.

Stiles isn't faring much better as he takes himself in hand and jerks off fast. It's nothing like sex was with Avery because it's Cora. It's Cora who he has loved since before he really understood what love really was. He bites his fist to keep in his moan as he releases when his orgasm rushes through him.

After he's come down from his high, he quickly but thoroughly speed washes his body and hair before stepping out of the shower and drying off. He hurries to his bedroom and tugs on a pair of sweatpants–forgoing underwear–and a tight black tank top.

Cora almost squeaks as her cheeks flush crimson when she glimpses Stiles walking to his room without a shirt and only a towel around his waist. She takes several deep breaths because it seems so wrong to be ogling her best friend when she needs to be prepared to apologize. The ogling can come later.

Stiles comes back downstairs in sweatpants that hang low on his hips and tight black tank top. He gets them each a Gatorade–blue for himself and orange for Cora–before plopping down next to her on the couch.

"Stiles, there's something I want to talk to you about," Cora blurts out fiddling with the label on her Gatorade bottle.

Stiles takes a drink of his own Gatorade and nods. "Okay. Shoot."

Cora takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. It's like all her words have suddenly left her and now that she's here face to face with him she doesn't know how to start. "About after New Year's–"

"Let me stop you there. That was months ago, and I'd rather not relive it. Thanks," he states firmly but not unkindly.

Cora tilts her head. "You'd rather not relive your first kiss?"

Stiles snorts and then shakes his head as he frowns. "You were my first kiss."

"We were ten!" Cora sputters.

"Uh huh. So?"

Cora splutters again. "You consider that your first? Why?"

Stiles looks away and gives a one shoulder shrug. "Because it was with you."

'This gorgeous ridiculous beautiful mischievous man.' Cora thinks to herself. "I'm sorry."

He glances at her. "For what?"

"Kissing Theo. Going to prom with him. Hurting you."

Stiles looks away and sucks in a breath. "Why did it have to be him?"

Cora swallows thickly, her gut churning with guilt as she remembers what Theo did to Stiles their freshman year of high school.

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They had been warming up at a cross country meet for their run when Theo made some scathing remarks and gave colorful taunts. Stiles as usual ignored them but it was harder for Cora to do the same. Stiles was the fastest runner at their school and had never been beaten. Theo hated it and it's why the two of them never got along.

As Cora crested the final hill, she was shocked to see how close Theo was to Stiles. It made no sense to her. Then it was like a car crash, and she couldn't look away. Stiles had just crossed the finish line and was drinking from a water bottle when Theo, who had been a couple yards behind him, barreled into him.

She heard Stiles cry out and then she saw red. By the time she came back to herself Stiles was passed out and there was so much blood she almost got sick. Mrs. Stilinski was kneeling down by her son and the Sheriff had called 911. Theo was smirking subtly, and Cora socked him in the nose.

It was with blood on her knuckles that she accepted Stiles's medal. Theo's behavior and him attacking Stiles disqualified him from the event. Thus, Cora took second place and Brett from Devonford Prep took third place.

Stiles was in the hospital sedated for two weeks. Cora was there for every second of it holding his hand. His left arm had minor nerve damage that was almost completely permanent. Luckily the doctors said he wouldn't lose feeling or use of his arm completely and in a few days would be just fine. It didn't make it any less scary though.

Theo was suspended and banned from cross country. Stiles bears a scar as a reminder of what happened, but he hasn't ever let it change who he is or keep him down. It's a battle scar and he'll wear it proudly. The medal still has a tiny dash of crimson on it all these years later.

Stiles went on to win the state championship the next two years as well.

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Cora lets the tears fall down her cheeks and shakes her head. "I don't have an explanation that makes a difference. I fucked up. I know I did. I let myself get jealous and when I saw you kiss Heather, I wanted you to hurt like I hurt."

Stiles clenches his jaw. "I didn't kiss her."

"What?" Cora says confused. "But I saw–"

"She kissed me without my consent. I pushed her away, but I guess you didn't see that part."

"She asked you to pro–"

"I turned her down and once again she touched me without my consent."

Cora's face pales and she sets her Gatorade aside feeling like she's going to be sick. "That fucking bitch."

Stiles snorts Gatorade out of his nose and then starts laughing before it turns into sobbing. "Yeah. D-Definitely a b-b-bitch."

Years of offering comfort kick in and she wraps her arms around her friend, uncaring about the sticky blue drink dripping from his mouth and nose. He's still beautiful to her. "I'm sorry. I should have been there for you." Her voice is soft as she runs her fingers gently through his hair.

Stiles rests his head heavily against her chest, tucking himself under her chin and sighs. "I managed just fine without you."

"You shouldn't have had to handle it alone. I'm still gonna smack her."

"No, you aren't."

"Yes, I am," she promises as her fingers continue to card through his hair while her other hand rubs circles on his back. Her gaze shifts and she gasps when she spots the tattoos. "You got inked."

Stiles blushes and pulls away reluctantly. "Uh yeah. It wasn't my idea, but I love them."

Cora smiles. "Can I see them?"

"Huh? Oh, uh sure." He pulls his tank top off and turns his back to her.

The heat of his skin makes her shiver as she traces the fox and wolf. "They're beautiful," she whispers.

Stiles blushes and clears his throat. "Just like you," he says in barely a whisper, making Cora freeze. She doesn't know what to do or what to say. He must sense that because he quickly continues. "You don't have to say anything. I can keep my feelings to myself. Especially since you don't feel the sam–"

"I DO!" she snaps with desperation and moves around to cup his face. "I do. I always have. I-I was going to tell you on New Year's Eve but then I saw the kiss and I thought..."

The hope in his eyes makes her want to cry but the affection and love makes her want to jump for joy. "I was going to tell you that night too. I tried to find you, but you were gone, and Derek wouldn't let me in. He said you didn't want to see me."

Cora sniffles and sighs. "I didn't. I told myself that if you were happy that's what mattered but I was so angry and so hurt. It wasn't planned but I saw your good morning text and asked myself 'Does he send her that too?' and I just pushed Theo against the locker and kissed him."

Stiles takes her hands from his face and intertwines their fingers. "You're the only one I always say good morning and good night to. You're the one whose opinion matters most to me. You're the one I dream about and you're the first thing I think about when I wake up and the last thing I think about before I fall asleep."

"Fuck I'm so stupid," she mutters melting at the way their fingers slot together perfectly.

"We all make mistakes. That doesn't mean we're stupid."

Cora snorts. "What mistake did you make?"

Stiles shrugs. "Not telling you sooner I guess."

She tilts her head and uses her thumb to catch a drop of Gatorade from his lips. "Once I'm forgiven and we're back to where we were. Tell me again. Okay?"

"I don't know how long that will take," he whispers, feeling conflicted.

Cora nods. "I know but if you still love me when we get there tell me and if you don't then I'll still want you as my best friend."

Stiles smiles and pulls her into a hug. "I can do that."

He's oblivious to the internal war going on inside Cora at the feeling of his bare chest pressed against her clothed one. Cora has always felt safe when she's wrapped in his arms. She loves him so much. Always has and always will.

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With Stiles having already graduated high school, Cora ends up attending classes on her own for her senior year. It sucks so much. Usually, she'd have someone by her side but he's home taking online classes for his first year of university.

However, he does drive her to and from school every day. They get breakfast and then he'll drop her off. They'll get milkshakes after school after he picks her up.

Theo pops up again and Cora is glad she told Stiles everything or the rumors would've shattered her best friend. She isn't expecting to find a bloody and bruised Theo by the dumpsters when she heads to the soccer field for practice, but it does bring her a sense of satisfaction. Therefore, she doesn't say a word about Stiles's bloody knuckles when he picks her up.

Two months into the new school year Stiles tells her about Avery and shows her his tattoo. It would have hurt more than a little if she too hadn't had her own Avery. They laugh about it because it figures they'd find someone with the same name to be their first. That night they have a sleepover and neither of them miss the smiles on their mothers' faces.

The first semester flies by and Cora is finished with classes the week before Stiles takes his last final. Then they take a trip to their favorite ice-skating rink just like they used to do every winter. Cora chooses to tell herself that her cheeks are red from the cold and not from the heat of Stiles's hand on her hip where her shirt slid up when she almost fell.

The second semester starts, and senior prom is already being advertised. It brings up bad memories and Cora has every intention of not going. At least she wasn't going to go until she arrived at Stiles's house for movie night a month before to find him holding a sign.

You will always be my queen whether in sweats or a gown But you deserve to be courted and shown off So will you go to the ball we me and dance in my arms Just say yes...I'll make sure the jeep doesn't turn into a pumpkin

Cora starts laughing and throws herself at him. "You're so goofy," she mumbles into his shirt.

He chuckles and sets the sign aside as he wraps his arms around her. "Does that make you Pluto or Mickey?'

"I don't know," she says with a smile even as she thinks to herself. 'It makes me yours.'

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Stiles goes with her and Laura to pick out a dress. She chooses a floor length velvet burgundy dress with glitter, a corset fastening in the back and the dress is strapless. Stiles gapes at her and she blushes almost the shade of the dress. "What do you think?"

He smiles at her. "I'm going to prom with the most beautiful girl in the world. You're breathtaking."

Cora grins at him and looks at her sister who seems both amused and pleased. "Perfect!" Laura crows. "Let's get it."

Cora expects them to get something to eat after that, but Laura drags Stiles away and Derek comes to hang with Cora. "Where are they going?"

He snorts. "Stiles has to get a tux."

She frowns slightly. "Oh." She chews her lip. "Do you think he'll want to match me?"

Derek smiles. "I do. He's not an asshole like he who must not be named."

"True."

"He is still a certain species of asshole though. It's just the lovable kind."

Cora snickers and sips her milkshake waiting for her best friend and sister to return.

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"I don't know about this one Laura."

She huffs. "Why not? It looks perfect on you."

Stiles snorts. "I wouldn't say perfect but..." he trails off and ushers her over to the ipad and scrolls through the selections. "I was thinking something like this."

Her eyes scan the image, and she grins. "Oh, I love it!!"

A few minutes later Stiles is once again on the platform, this time in a burgundy red velvet suit with a burgundy red vest, white dress shirt and a black bowtie. His shoes are black, and his pocket square is white to match the dress shirt.

Laura takes some pictures and whistles. "Looking good there, hot stuff."

Stiles flushes and bites his lip. "Do you think she'll like it?"

"Pssssshhh. Of course, she will but she will not just like it, she will love it. Now let's get it and go. Derek is probably at his quota of social interaction for the day."

They pay for the suit and head out.

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Prom night arrives and Cora is all dressed up in her gown with high black stiletto heels on her feet. She has a black clutch with a silver chain and her hair is curled and pulled into a braided bun with face framing tendrils. She also has a velvet shawl to cover her shoulders. She debates not bringing it, a part of her hoping Stiles will offer her his jacket but she decides to bring it just in case.

Laura comes to her room and gasps, tearing up. "Oh my god Cora! You look amazing!"

"Really?" she asks quietly. "You promise?"

Her older sister hugs her and smiles. "I swear on curly fries."

Cora giggles. "You've been spending too much time with Stiles."

Laura scoffs. "There is no such thing as too much time with Stiles. He's almost here by the way. Are you ready?"

"I-I think so?" she replies weakly.

"Okay. What's wrong?"

Cora sighs and fiddles with the chain on her clutch. "Prom last year was awful from beginning to end. From Theo giving me flowers even though I'm allergic to the way they talked about Stiles. It sucked and I will literally cry so hard if this turns out badly."

Laura tilts her head. "What makes you think it will go badly?"

Cora just shrugs and glances at the window, seeing a pair of headlights coming up the road.

"Listen to me little sis," her sister orders and Cora meets her gaze as she continues. "Theo is a fucking asshole. Stiles is an asshole too but he's the good kind. He's been your best friend for years. He is nothing like Theo and he's a big boy. He can take care of himself. You're psyching yourself out of what could be the best night of your life."

"He is pretty amazing, isn't he?" she says with a dopey lovesick smile.

Laura snorts but smiles. "Yeah. He sure is."

"And gorgeous. Oh, and smart and funny and–" Cora blushes and huffs. "Okay. I'm going."

"Thata girl!" Laura crows as they leave the youngest Hale's room and head to the stairs.

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Stiles gets to the Hale house early both because he is excited and because he is nervous. Derek ushers him in and gives him an approving smile and nod at his outfit. He does help Stiles straighten his tie though since it is a little crooked.

Derek also helps distract him by talking about his college courses but when they hear a swishing sound by the stairs, they both glance over.

Stiles's jaw drops open as Cora descends, his breath catching. "Gorgeous," he breathes in awe.

Cora watches him with the same intensity as her earrings catch the light along with the silver bracelet he had gotten for her as a belated eighteenth birthday present. It has a fox and a wolf chasing each other on it and the underside has an inscription of their names. "I was going to say the same about you. You look amazing Stiles."

He scoffs. "Says the queen to the pauper." His hands are behind his back hiding a final gift.

"What do you have behind your back?" she asks even as she rolls her eyes fondly at his words. "You're no pauper."

Stiles shrugs. "Agree to disagree, your majesty," he teases and then pulls a box from behind his back. "I know that it's traditional to offer a corsage but we both know you can't have a normal one. However, I think you'll find this is better than any real flower could be."

She takes the box from him and opens it to find a corsage made entirely from origami flowers. She sniffles and holds her wrist out. "Would you put it on me please?"

"It would be my pleasure."

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After more pictures are taken Cora steps out onto the porch confused when she doesn't see the jeep. "Where's Roscoe?"

Stiles joins her and helps fasten her velvet cloak. "She's staying home tonight but don't worry I have something else in mind anyway."

A beep sounds and Cora's eyes widen. "No fucking way!"

Derek never lets anyone drive his baby and yet here they are getting in it and Stiles is driving it for fucks sakes. Her phone vibrates and she pulls it out as they pull away from the house.

[From Derek] No, I haven't gone insane. He asked and I said yes. Enjoy it!

Cora laughs and smiles when Stiles takes her hand briefly on the way there. Laura is right, tonight is going to be the best night of her life.

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They are a little early getting there so they take their time getting out of the car and going in. Stiles hesitates and she turns to look at him. "What's wrong?"

He blinks and searches her face. "Cora, I–"

"Stiles! Cora! Over here!"

They glance over to see Isaac and Allison arm in arm looking stunning in their matching outfits with lavender accents.

Cora waves and turns to look at Stiles wanting to make sure everything is okay, but he offers his arm with a soft smile. "Shall we?" he asks, and she nods, taking his arm.

"We shall."

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Everyone on the prom committee really outdid themselves this year. The theme is royalty and well everyone looks like they could be royal.

They chat with Isaac and Allison for a little while before migrating to the dance floor. Cora will never get tired of being held by her best friend. No one else has ever made her feel this way or this safe. The way he looks at her steals her breath away in the best way.

Not even Theo's dirty looks, Jackson's sneers or Lydia's gestures can ruin this night for her.

"You really do look amazing Stiles."

He grins. "So do you. Thank you for saying yes to going with me."

Cora smiles and moves closer to him as they sway. "Thank you for asking." She tilts her head searching his face. "What were you going to say before we came inside?"

Stiles's eyes widen and his cheeks twinge pink. "O-Oh. Well, I just–"

"Students, if I may have your attention, please?" the principal says into the microphone up on the stage. "It is time to announce this year's Prom King and Prom Queen. Would the nominees please make their way to the stage?"

Cora squeezes Stiles's hand and in a moment of courage kisses his cheek before making her way up to the stage. She is one of four nominees for queen, the other three being Lydia Martin, Heather Custer and Allison Argent. The four nominees for prom king are Theo Raeken, Jackson Whittemore, Isaac Lahey and Danny Mahealani.

"This year we will announce Prom King first."

The guys all puff up their chests–well Theo and Jackson do–as they wait for the results.

"This year's Beacon High Prom King is...Theo Raeken."

Theo smirks and steps over to accept his crown as the principal pulls out the next envelope. He winks at Cora who scowls at him before swallowing hard when the Queen is announced.

"This year's Beacon High Prom Queen is...Cora Hale!"

Her eyes find Stiles who is whistling and cheering loudly for her as she accepts her crown.

"As is tradition...make room for the dance of the King and Queen."

With a smug look on his face Theo leads her to the dance floor and pulls her in for a dance. There's alcohol on his breath when he leans in to whisper in his ear. "How does it feel to know that if it wasn't for you, he'd be in my place, and you'd be dancing with him but instead you're here dancing with me while he has to watch. I bet it is painful for him."

She feels sick even as her face forms a furious expression. "Fuck you, Theo!"

"If you'd like to, I won't say no. I mean I must say you look divine."

She tries to pull away, but his arm is like a vice around her waist. She's about to headbutt him when he flies back from her clutching his nose. "WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?" he hollers.

"I thought we came to an understanding Raeken," Stiles snarls and stalks over to the other boy. "Seems you forgot. I mean I'm not shocked. Your brain is smaller than a pea. I don't think you even have two cells to rub together. We all know that you and Jackson would be flunking if Lydia wasn't doing your homework for you. I wonder how you'll survive college. I mean that is if you get to go. I heard someone informed the principal of Lydia doing homework for you both, so I don't expect you'll get to go to college. Not to mention the drugs you've been selling. They'll probably expel you. Seems fitting in my opinion. You're just as toxic as the drugs you sell, if not more so."

Theo glares at Stiles as he takes a step towards him. "You're just a jealous motherfucker cause I had her first."

Stiles makes a fist and then relaxes it as he smirks. "She's not an object you can have and you're wrong by the way. I've been hers since we were in diapers. So, fuck off and good luck trying to get out of this one."

Cora's heart races at her best friend's words. 'I've been hers since we were in diapers.' She doesn't wait around to watch Theo get escorted out along with Lydia and Jackson. Instead, she drags Stiles outside and wraps her arms around his neck. "I love you," she whispers.

His smile is brighter than the sun. "I love you more."

She leans in their breaths mingling as their foreheads rest together. "I love you most."

They have both grown up hearing Mrs. Stilinski say that to her son and her husband. It felt right to say it to each other now.

He searches her face and when she nods her consent, he kisses her. Warmth floods their bodies as fire pulses through their veins. Nothing exists or has any meaning outside of each other and the feeling of their lips dragging hotly together over and over again.

They get into the backseat of the Camaro and shuck their outer layers. Stiles's jacket gets tossed in the front seat and Cora's shawl joins it as he cups her face when their tongues start dancing together. Fuck that tongue ring feels so good in her mouth.

The passion ramps up as he grows hard, and she moans when he bites her lip and tugs gently. They're both panting heavily when they pull apart. Their grins are so wide their cheeks hurt as their cheeks flush darker red.

"Do you want to–"

"Are we going too–"

"You first," they say simultaneously and then end up laughing.

Cora clears her throat as Stiles speaks. "We don't have to do anything else."

She chews her lip. "But if I wanted to, would you want to?"

Stiles quirks a brow. "It depends on what you want to do. I think your brother might murder me if we make a mess in his car."

"Well..." she trails off and gives him a seductive smile as she looks up at him from under her eyelashes. "I was thinking of these." She takes his fingers and puts one into her mouth, hollowing her cheeks as she sucks on his middle finger. Then she switches to his index finger and finally his ring finger. Each one gets a turn and then two and then all three.

His pupils dilate as he watches her with rapt attention, and he moans at the feeling. "O-Oh fuck!"

She giggles and pulls her mouth off his fingers loving how his pants are tenting and he looks all flushed. "I have pictured these fingers so many times and I would feel so guilty afterwards," she admits shyly.

Stiles gulps and leans forward gently tracing his other hand up her thigh. "What did you picture?"

Cora guides his hand under her dress and to her now dripping core keeping their gazes locked. "I pictured them inside me, curling just right and making me come undone so completely I couldn't think of anything but your name." His fingers brush her thong, and she shivers.

"I can do that. I-I want to do that. Let me? Please."

With a nod she captures his lips again as he sinks one finger into her easily and with how wet she is he slips in a second finger right away. The windows begin to fog over as the pressure builds in her abdomen and they pant open mouthed.

"St-Stiles!" she cries out. "I'm go-gonna–AH!!" she screams in pleasure, throwing her head back as she cums around his fingers.

He works her through the aftershocks and then slowly pulls his hand out, careful not to get anything on her dress. He slips his fingers into his mouth as he reaches into his pants to stroke himself to the taste. Just as he's about to cum, Cora's lips seal around his cock and he chokes back a stuttered groan. She swallows every drop. "Fucking hell, Cora Hale."

They take a few minutes to get their breathing back under control and then right their clothing. They drive to the Hale house to return the Camaro and then head inside to change out of their outfits.

Cora pulls on the boxers and hoodie belonging to Stiles and then heads to the kitchen to make them something to eat.

Stiles comes downstairs in sweatpants and a tank top. He finds her in the kitchen and grabs out two Gatorades–one blue and one orange–and takes them into the living room. He cues up their favorite children's movie–Fox and the Hound–and grabs the quilt his Babcia made for them.

Not even ten minutes later they are curled up on the couch together. Stiles is laying on his back with his head on a pillow on the arm rest with Cora's head on his chest, her body between his legs and the blanket over them. She blushes as he hand feeds her the fruit and they settle in to watch the movie.

It truly has been the best night of Cora's life. She has a boyfriend who is her best friend and she's happy. Plus, seeing him put Theo in his place was hot.

She looks up at him, his face slightly shadowed as his gaze is fixed on the movie. He's beautiful and he's hers. "I love you," she whispers.

He glances down at her and smiles fondly, his eyes full of love and affection. "I love you more."

"I love you most," she says as she leans up slightly to bring their lips together.

Neither of them hears the door shut quietly but later when Cora checks her phone, she'll see a text from her brother.

[From Derek] The only reason I'm not tearing your throats out with my teeth is because I know how much tonight means to you both and I'm happy you finally got together but don't you ever fuck in my car ever again!

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My Future

Derek Hale x OC

Samantha, Stiles and Scott are always joking about the impossible. Who wouldn't when your best friend's dad is the sheriff of Beacon Hills? All jokes stop when they realize the impossible is indeed possible.

Chapter 24: Taken

Sam sat in Stiles' car as he took her to the school. Lydia went missing again.

"That girl can never stay in one place…", Sam muttered to her best friend.

"She ended up somewhere. What if it's a dead body?", he asked.

They quickly arrived at the school. "Where is she?", Stiles called as they got out of the car.

"Over here.", Allison replied as the two rushed up to her. Lydia was beside her, a dazed look on her face.

"What happened?", Sam asked. "It's the same thing. Same thing as the pool. I got into the car heading somewhere totally different and ended up here. And you told me to call you if you found a dead body.", Lydia told Stiles.

"You found a dead body?", Stiles exclaimed.

"Not yet.", Lydia said.

"What do you mean not yet?", Sam asked in confusion.

"Lydia, you're supposed to call us after you find the dead body!", Stiles fussed.

"Oh no, I'm not doing that again. You find the dead body from now on.", Lydia responded, shaking her head.

"We're not the ones finding the dead body! It's always you! We don't have special weird connections to the dead!", Stiles complained.

"Guys! I found the dead body!", Scott shut them down as they followed his gaze. Hanging over the 'Beacon Hills High School' sign was the body of the victim.

The stone of the sign was covered in the blood of the victim, who was wearing a police uniform. Stiles and Sam's eyes as they muttered simultaneously, realizing who it was. "Tara."

Hours later, the school was flooded with police. Stiles was speechless to say the least. Tara had been a family friend of Stiles.

Sam only encountered her every now and then when they were in middle school. She helped them with homework whenever things got hard. She had been Sheriff Stilinski's partner for a few years now. Now she's dead.

The school itself seemed to be a radar for death. Sam tuned in and out Ms. Blake's English lesson. Sam was suspicious of even more now. Why haven't she said anything about the recent issues? What was she gaining from this? Why she continued on as if she didn't see what she saw was beyond Sam.

"Idioms, analogies, metaphors and similes. All tools the writer uses to tell their story.", Ms. Blake droned on. "Lydia, I wasn't aware you had so many hidden talents.", she complimented Lydia's drawing.

Lydia's been drawing the same exact tree every day lately. It was starting to be creepy at this point. What did the tree mean?

"You and every guy I've ever dated.", Lydia retorted. Sam snickered and Ms. Blake caught it. "Well, that was an idiom, by the way. Sam, could you give me an example of a metaphor?"

Sam glanced at her, boredly. "Raining cats and dogs, heart of snow, you're the eyelash in my eye–"

She cut Sam off. "Thank you, Samantha.", she said with a smile. "Idioms are something like a secret to the people who know the language or the culture. They're phrases that only make sense if you only know the key words. Like saying jump the gun is meaningful only if you know about the starting gun in a race. Or a phrase like seeing the whole board."

"Chess.", Stiles mumbled.

"That's right, Stiles. Do you play?", Ms. Blake wondered.

"No, my father does.", Stiles said. "Now, when does an idiom become a cliché?", Ms. Blake walked back to the front of the class.

"I think I can get to Ethan. And I'm pretty sure I can make him talk.", Scott leaned over and told Stiles and Sam.

"And how exactly are you gonna separate Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum?", Sam asked.

"Wait, hold up, why do you want to talk to him?", Stiles asked Scott.

"The druids are emissaries, right? What if the Darach was an emissary to the Alphas?", Scott asked, making their eyebrows raise.

"Kinda makes sense, but we're going to have a huge problem getting to Ethan through Aiden. Ever since he'd been back to school, they've been stuck at the hip.", Sam says.

"Already found a way to split them up.", Scott said as he and Stiles both turned around and stared at Lydia.

Lydia caught their gaze and sighed. "What now?"

Sam smiled. "Can you do us a favor?"

After catching Ethan alone in a hallway, the trio stayed with him as Lydia was distracting Aiden.

"Why are you even talking to me? I helped kill your friend. How do you know I'm not going to kill another one?", Ethan asked Scott while looking at Stiles and Sam.

"Is he looking at me? Are you threatening me? I'm going to break off an extra-large branch of mountain ash, wrap it in wolfsbane, roll it in mistletoe, and shove it up your freaking—" Sam looked at Stiles in shock at his sudden outburst and pulled him away. "Okay, easy!", she says, and looked back at Ethan, apologetically.

She urned to Stiles. "Before you could even get that branch, he'd rip your head off. You want that?", Sam scolded.

"We're talking to you because I know you didn't want to kill Boyd. And I think if something like that happened now you wouldn't do it again.", Scott said.

"I think he'd do it again anyways. He's part of the Alpha pack, that's what they do.", Sam said, letting go of Stiles.

"You don't know what we owe them. Especially Deucalion. We weren't like Kali and Ennis when we met them. We weren't Alphas.", Ethan explained. Sam raised her eyebrows. They wasn't expecting that much info. "So, what, you guys were betas?", she asked.

"We were Omegas. In actual wolf packs, Omegas are the scapegoat—the last to eat, the one who has to take the abuse from the rest of the pack.", Ethan corrected.

"So, you and your brother were like the bitches of the pack?", Stiles asked.

"Something like that.", Ethan grumbled.

"So, what happened?", Scott asked.

"They were killers. I mean people talk about us as monsters, but they were the ones who gave us the reputation. And our Alpha was the worst of them.", Ethan explained.

"Why didn't you guys just fight back? Form Voltron wolf, you know? Kick everyone's ass'.", Stiles asked.

"We couldn't! We didn't know how to control it back then!", Ethan fussed.

"So, Deucalion taught you.", Sam says.

"Yes, and then we fought. We took down a whole pack, one by one. And by the time we got to our Alpha he was begging for his life! And we tore him apart. Literally.", Ethan confessed.

"What about your emissary? They're all dead? Kali and Ennis' too?"

"All of them except for Deucalion.", Ethan corrected.

"You mean Morrell?", Scott questioned. Before Ethan could answer, he let out a pained gasp. He clutched his chest and clenched his jaw in pain. The trio looked at each other in confusion.

"What, what's wrong? Are you hurt?", Scott asked him, concerned.

"Not me. My brother." Sam's eyes widened. She told Isaac to step back and if he's not doing anything, and Derek is still resting…

Sam shook her head. He's not gonna come here…

Cora would though.

Sam quickly ran down the stairs and into the locker room.

Lydia was screaming for Aiden to stop as the sound of metal clanking and bones crushing erupted in the room.

She found Cora on the floor in Lydia's arms. But before she could ask what happened, Aiden tackled her to the floor, wolfed out. She kept his fangs away from her neck as he snapped at her. "Get offa me! Get off!", she yelled.

Aiden was ripped off of her, stumbling back against his brother and Scott. "You can't do this!", Ethan yelled at his twin.

"She came at me!", The other twin shouted, angrily pointing at Cora. Stiles came over and kneeled down next to Lydia, Cora and Sam.

"Doesn't matter! Kali gave Derek till the next full moon. You can't touch him." Ethan pointed at Cora. "Or her. Or her!", then at Sam.

Ethan pulled his brother away and out of the locker room. Cora was groaning in pain, her head gushing with blood.

Sam helped her up as she clutched her head. Sam sat Cora down, grabbed a paper towel, soaked it under some running water, and dabbed the blood off her forehead.

Cora hissed, yanking her head away. "I know it hurts. I know you don't like me, but let me help you anyways.", Sam scolded, and she reluctantly let her clean her up.

"You okay?", Scott asked Sam and Cora. Sam frowned. "Do I need to answer?"

"She doesn't look okay.", Lydia said.

"I'll heal.", Cora told them. She tossed the bloody paper towel into the sink and stumbled back, Scott and Stiles getting her back on her feet once more.

"I said I'm fine.", Cora growled. "Do you realize how suicidal-ly crazy that was? What were you thinking going after them?", Stiles asked.

"I did it for Boyd!", Cora yelled. "None of you were doing anything."

"We're trying.", Scott assured.

"And you're failing. You're just a bunch of stupid teenagers running around thinking you can stop people from getting killed. All you do is show up late. All you really do is find the bodies.", she argued.

"Cora, you're a teenager yourself and you got put on your ass by a stupid teenager.", Sam said, pointing a hand to the alpha twin. "Not only that, what you just did was a pretty stupid move back there. Had Lydia not been here, or had those twins not been linked, we wouldn't have known what the hell had happened to you. You're not out here trying to stop the sacrifices or dealing with a psycho emissary. We are. We're the ones trying to fix all the problems.", Sam says, stepping up.

"You can't just act on revenge alone. We're just as hurt about Boyd as you are, but we're trying to stop people from being victims to this so no one else will die. You can't do this alone.", Sam told her. Cora glared at her before walking out of the locker room and Sam sighed.

"She's definitely a Hale.", Stiles spoke up and left to walk out. "I'll make sure she gets home."

"I'll come with you.", Sam frowned, following him out of the locker room.

Now they were in Stiles' room as he paced in panic. He was considering telling his dad everything now that they know what the pattern is.

Healers. Warriors. Virgins. Philosophers and guardians. His dad was a potential target. Sam couldn't blame him for being nervous. She hadn't even told her mom what was going on.

But if she knew Deaton… there may be a chance. Hell, if she knew what Deaton did and was a part of it in some way, Sam wouldn't know what to do.

Now Stiles struggled to tell what was going on to his dad who stared at Sam and Cora in confusion.

"Yes! Okay. No, ugh.", Stiles groaned.

"Stiles, words please.", Sam says. Stiles was mumbling, incoherently.

"Stiles!", Sheriff Stilinski called, impatiently.

"Dad, I'm sorry, okay? Just– I'm trying to figure out where to start from here.", Stiles fidgeted with the ends of his plaid button-down.

"Hey! I don't have this kind of time.", his dad yelled.

"Yeah, because you're working on the murders. We know. That's what we're trying to tell you.", Sam says.

"Okay, for the last year you had all the cases that you couldn't figure out, right? All the murders involving Kate Argent and then Matt killing all the people who had drowned him. And, and all these murders right now…it's like you've been playing a losing game."

"Stiles, the last thing I need right now is a job performance review from my own kid and his friends.", Mr. Stilinski shook his head.

"We're not doing a review, though.", Sam says. Stiles rushed over to one of his shelves and grabbed a chessboard.

"See, that's it, dad. The reason you've been losing the game is because you've never been able to see the whole board." Stiles put the board down on his desk. "We need to show you the whole board." Stiles began setting up the chess pieces with post-it strips. Derek, Scott, and Peter were all black pieces with pink strips. Wolves.

Chris, Kate, and Allison were all white pieces with purple strips. Hunters.

Jackson was identified with a yellow stripe while Deaton had a blue strip. As for Sam, she had an orange strip with a black piece.

"Last year, during the first murder of the girl that turned out to be Laura Hale, Scott got bit in the woods by an animal when we snuck out."

"You said Scott wasn't there.", Sheriff Stilinski frowned.

"We lied.", Sam says, shamefully. Stiles groaned.

"He turned into a werewolf after a few days. We tried to figure out who killed the girl. We thought that Derek Hale killed his own sister since he's also a werewolf but turns out the Alpha did it. The Alpha's Peter Hale, Derek's uncle."

"Long story short, we were trying to find out who the Alpha was all at the same time Kate Argent was here and trying to kill Derek because she's a werewolf hunter along with the whole Argent family.", Stiles explained.

"The night Peter was planning on biting me, Kate Argent kidnapped Derek and I and held us captive in a cellar. It's what hunters do; they're crazy. But when Scott got us out she shot us.", Sam explained.

"Deaton healed her because he's some kind of Druid—", Stiles said and took a breath. "And Peter Hale killed Kate Argent because he was killing all those people who started the Hale fire. Then Derek killed Peter. Okay, um, next set of murders—", Stiles looked at the chess board.

"Jackson wanted the bite from Derek. He gave it to him, but he rejected it. So, he turned into a lizard creature thing called a Kanima and was being controlled by Matt, who was making him kill people as revenge for drowning him. Matt died, I ended up getting powers, Gerard Argent killed him, and Gerard controlled Jackson. We defeated Gerard, then Derek and Peter, who came back from the dead by the way, killed Jackson and he came back to life as a werewolf.", Sam confessed.

"And at the same time Peter Hale was controlling Sam and making her do all this weird crap and made me think she was an Alpha which she isn't but that's done now so they just hate each other. Yeah. Now we've got an Alpha pack running around Beacon Hills and a crazy Darach, which is a Druid that went down the wrong path according to Deaton, running around killing people for sacrifices. And whoever the Darach was ended up slashed up and left for the dead by wolves.", Stiles finally finished with a heavy breath. Sheriff Stilinski blinked a few times.

"Scott and Derek are werewolves?" He raised his brows.

"Yes.", Stiles sighed, believing his father was understanding.

"And Kate Argent was a werewolf?" He wasn't getting it.

"Hunter. That's purple…hunters.", Stiles fidgeted with the Kate Argent chess piece.

"Along with Allison and her father.", Cora added.

"Yeah. And, my friend Deaton, the veterinarian, is a Kanima?", his dad asked.

"No, no, no, no, no. He's a Druid. Kay? Well, we think."

"So, who's the Kanima?"

"Jackson.", Sam said.

"No, Jackson's a werewolf."

"Yeah, now. Jackson was a Kanima at first then Peter and Derek killed him, and he came back to life as a werewolf.", Sam explained.

"Since everybody finds it weird, he was dead.", Stiles pursed his lips.

"So, who's a Da-Rack?"

"Darach.", Stiles and Sam corrected. Sheriff Stillinski rubbed his forehead in growing frustration.

"We don't know yet.", Cora answered.

"But he was killed by werewolves."

"Slashed up and left for dead.", Stiles corrected.

"We think.", Cora said.

"Why was Jackson the Kanima?", he asked.

"And that's what you've missed in Beacon Hills the past year.", Sam smiled. Sheriff Stilinski leaned back in his chair with a sigh.

"Because sometimes the shape that you take reflects the person you are.", Sam says.

"And what shape would an increasingly confused and angrier by the second father take?", Sheriff Stillinski asked, annoyed.

"Uh…that would be more of an expression. Like the one you're currently wearing.", Stiles licked his lips.

"Yeah." Sheriff Stilinski got up from the chair and began heading towards the door.

"We're telling the truth!", Sam yelled. "I have powers!", Sam told him, and he turned around, fixing her with a look.

"Dad, dad, dad! I can prove it, okay? She's one of them," Stiles pointed to Cora, "a werewolf!"

"Stiles, Stiles! That's enough!", Sheriff yelled.

"Dad can you please just hold on.", Stiles pleaded. Sheriff Stilinski sighed.

She stood up hesitantly.

"Trust us, please.", Sam pleaded to the older man.

"Alright dad, just watch this. Okay?" His dad's eyes widened as they heard a thud on the floor behind them. Sheriff Stilinski ran past Stiles and Sam, and they turned around to see him crouched over Cora who fainted.

Cora laid unconscious, the cut on her head bleeding black blood.

Shit.

"Call an ambulance.", Sheriff Stilinski demanded. Sam took out her phone and immediately dialed 911. After Sam explained, Stiles dragged her into the hallway, leaving Sheriff Stilinski to take care of Cora.

"We can't take her to the hospital! She's going to heal and then we'll have more questions to answer.", Stiles whispered, panicked.

"Stiles, she's bleeding black. Something bad's happening. As far as I know, Melissa is the closest person we can trust and rely on. We'll take her to her.", Sam reassured.

She took her notebook as she sat in Cora's hospital room. Cora looked sick, pale and almost lifeless. Just like Lydia.

Sam looked down at her open pages. Five words were written down on it: healers, warriors, guardians, virgins, and philosophers.

As far as she knew, Deaton's a healer, and he was almost sacrificed so that was crossed off the list. Stiles' dad was a potential target, so he was on guardian.

Either she or Stiles had to be on virgins…

Would the warriors be Scott?

Who's the philosopher?

"What happened?", Derek's voice snapped her out of her thoughts as he rushed into the room. He looked panicked as he caught the sight of his sister.

His shoulders immediately slumped as he went to her side, checking her bandages. He could hear her heartbeat, but it was slow. Why?

"She got in a fight with Aiden at school. Stiles and I took her back to his house and she passed out. She's not healing.", Sam said.

"Why isn't she healing?", Derek asked.

"I don't know. But it can't be because of her fight with Aiden, she should have healed already. Something else is going on.", Sam says, frustrated.

Derek took a seat in the chair next to the bed and took his baby sister's cold, lifeless hand in his.

He squeezed it, pressing his forehead to his clasped hands. watching his baby sister cling to life.

Sam sighed, looking at the notes again. Something's missing. "What's wrong?", Derek asked, noticing Sam's frustration.

"Something doesn't add up. It's confusing…", Sam says, looking over her notes again.

"What is?", he asked.

"The sacrifice pattern.", she says as she tried to piece everything together. "You know the pattern?", Derek sat up.

"Yeah, Allison found it out today and told us–" Sam's eyes widened as she looked back down at her notes. Allison. Hunter. Warrior.

"Sam?", Derek urged.

"It's related to us. The pattern's getting close to us.", Sam says, getting up.

"How?", Derek asked.

"Stiles and I have to be the virgins. Allison's the warrior since she's a hunter. Stiles' dad might be the guardian. Deaton's gone so he has to be the healer. I can't find out who's the philosopher….", she trailed on.

"Lydia.", Sam realized.

"How is Lydia a philosopher?"

"Philosopher, another word for scholar or thinker. She's always brought up some facts every now and then when it helped us. I just— What if there's something more going on than we know about? What if the Darach's closer to us than we thought? The darach is someone we know.", Sam says.

"I kinda doubt it. I'm still suspicious as to why people are dying just because she gets a feeling. For all we know, it could be Lydia.", Derek said, bluntly.

Sam shook her head. "Lydia finds the bodies, she doesn't cause the deaths.", she said, and pulled out her phone as she got a call from Stiles.

"Where are you?", Sam asked.

"I'm with Scott.", Stiles said and Scott cuts in. "The school but that's not important. It's not guardians, not law enforcement. It's philosophers, as in teachers! Allison and her father just found Mr. Westover.", Scott informed.

"That makes sense. Tara wasn't always a cop. She used to teach middle school.", Stiles said over the phone.

"Then the last one's going to be another teacher."

"There's dozens of them, Scott. And they're all headed home.", Stiles said. Sam shook her head. "No, Stiles."

"They're all going to the recital!", Scott exclaimed in realization.

"So, the three of us are going to go protect three dozen teachers?", Sam asked in disbelief.

"Sounds like a plan.", Stiles mumbled.

Sam sighed and hung up the phone as Derek's eyes never left her. "The Philosophers are the teachers. Looks like I'm going to your girlfriend's recital.", Sam says, taking her things. Derek frowned. "I have to stay here.", Derek said.

"I know. We'll be back.", Sam says before leaving. Derek stops her, though. "Sam," Derek called. Sam turned around to face him. "Be careful.", he warned. She gave him a smile and nodded before leaving.

After arriving at the school, Sam and Stiles' jumped out of Stiles' Jeep and rushed inside to where the concert had already started.

Stiles and Sam pushed right through the auditorium doors and found Scott watching the concert.

"Hey.", they whispered, catching his attention.

"Why is Lydia not with you?", Sam asked.

"She was, she went to go talk to Aiden, I think. She's somewhere in here.", Scott said, continuing to watch the performance.

Sam looked around and saw the twins. Lydia wasn't with Aiden and Aiden was with his brother.

Something's wrong. Sam quietly left the auditorium and searched for the redhead.

"Lydia?", Sam whispered, looking around the moonlit hallways. She continued walking until she could hear shuffling coming from a classroom to her right. She turned and looked into the classroom with widened eyes. Sitting, bound to a chair, was an unconscious Lydia. Sam ran in, taking in the sight of her as she tried to pry the girl's restraints apart.

"Lydia, wake up.", Sam tapped her cheeks before trying her restraints again.

"She's not going to wake up." A female voice startled Sam. Sam turned around and saw Ms. Blake standing before her.

"You knew all along, didn't you?", she asked as Sam glared at her. Her eyebrows furrowed as Sam came to the realization.

"You're the darach.", Sam muttered. The prissy, snobby teacher who pretended to be innocent. The woman who pretended to cry over Derek's wounds. She was behind everything.

"How does it feel to be out-powered by your enemy?", she smiled. "You were going to kill her.", Sam growled.

"She's just an inconvenience. Just like you.", Ms. Blake sneered before rushing at Sam and knocking her back against stacked desks and Sam groaned as she fell to the floor.

Through her blurry vision, she could see the woman walk over to Lydia before passing out once more.

Last month

"You knew about him this whole time? That's why you asked me if I was okay?", Lydia asked Sam. The girl nodded. "A little after the beginning of the school year.", Sam confessed as they talked about Jackson.

Her eyes widened. "You've known for that long?"

"We've just been trying to keep people safe…", Sam looked down at her hands.

"From what?", she asked. Sam looked up at her. "Jackson hasn't said anything to you?"

"He's explained to me what Derek's taught him—about the full moons, the hunger, the claws and all. He told me about how he didn't know he was doing the killings, and he didn't know how he got turned into that lizard thing.", Lydia said.

"Kanima.", Sam corrected.

Lydia gave her a sad smile. "You guys have been through a lot."

Sam nodded and explained everything. From Scott's bite to Kate, to Peter's bite, and Allison's mom trying to kill her and Scott, to the whole thing with Jackson's werewolf transformation.

"She tried killing you.", Lydia frowned at the news of Allison's behavior.

"Yep, so we're not talking at the moment.", Sam says.

Sam even told her about the sudden voices she was hearing after talking about Peter's bite. "Deaton told me I was dying. Throwing up black blood and constantly being weak, that was the bite's doing."

"I didn't go through any of that…", Lydia muttered.

Sam nodded. "The most they told me was that you were just having an allergic reaction but that was it."

Sam groaned as she woke up to see Lydia was whimpering as Ms. Blake was threatening her.

She smiled at Sam. "We're bite buddies.", she said. Sam chuckled. "Bite buddies. I like that.", she grins.

"It's too bad though, and too late." Ms. Blake started to duct tape Lydia's wrist to the chair. Lydia started crying, and pleading no.

She tried yanking her wrists free but to no avail. Sam got up and used Ms. Blake's shadow to push her away from Lydia, slamming her into the blackboard of the classroom before rushing to free Lydia.

The woman groaned and got up, glaring at Sam behind her long dark hair.

She jumped over the desk, ready to run at her with a knife.

"Drop it!" The voice of Sheriff Stilinski yelled from behind Sam. The girl's eyes widened as she turned to him, but Ms. Blake took that as an opportunity to stab the knife into Sam's side, making her drop in pain.

Before the sheriff could react, a loud roar erupted from the back of the classroom. Scott stood there fully wolfed out, threatening Ms. Blake with a growl. He jumped over desks and started clawing at Ms. Blake, who dodged his attacks. She finally knocked him in the chest and sent him flying back into rows of stacked up chairs.

Stiles came running up to the front door of the classroom and looked in with wide eyes. In a swift motion, Ms. Blake shoved a desk in front of the door with ease, blocking his entrance.

Sam placed her hand on the floor, pulling at Ms. Blake's shadow as she fell to the floor. Looking back at Sam, she kicked her chest and Sam groaned with a cough as the woman got up.

"There was a girl…there was a girl. We found her in the woods, her face and body slashed apart. That was you, wasn't it?", he asked, angry.

"Maybe I should have started with philosophers—with knowledge and strategy.", she says. Sam's ears rang as she heard the sheriff's gun pop. He shot the woman's leg and she stumbled but soon steadied.

"Healers…" Ms. Blake lunged for the Sheriff and stabbed the knife in his chest. He cried out in pain as she backed him up against a stack of chairs. "Warriors.", she growled. She snatched the badge on his uniform. "Guardians." She crushed the badge with her bare hands. It dropped to the floor with a quiet clank. "Virgins.", she finished, leaning in for a kiss with the Sheriff.

Stiles pushed the desk away from blocking the door and finally entered the room. He helped Sam up and they ran over to where Ms. Blake and his father were previously standing.

It only took a second to blink as they all saw an ugly, disfigured, pale monster in place of Ms. Blake. She let out a screech before leaving with the sheriff.

Scott made it back to his feet as well, but they were too late. All they were staring at was the sight of broken glass.

"Dad?", Stiles called.

As the trio got settled in Stiles' Jeep, her phone rang. Sam winced as she pulled it out of her pocket and saw my mom's face on the screen. She answered it in a rush, trying to sound as normal as possible.

"Hi, mom.", Sam greeted. "Are you with Stiles and Scott? You've been gone all day.", her mother said. Sam nodded, though she couldn't see her. "Y-Yeah, yeah! We went to a recital at school, yeah, we're leaving now.", Sam says, and bit her lip from the pain in her side.

"Okay, just let me know if you're staying at their house–", she heard before she stopped. Sam's eyes widened a bit at the silence.

"Mom?", Sam called. "Hold on, someone's at the door.", she told her. Sam looked at Scott and Stiles as they glanced at her.

Sam heard a crash in her phone's speaker and jumped at the sound. "Mom!? Mom!", Sam exclaimed, calling her mother.

The phone hung up.

Sam could hear the blood pounding through her ears as swallowed, looking at the ended call. Her hand trembled as Stiles looked at her in shock.

The boys quickly took their friend to Derek's loft, rushing in. "Derek! Derek!", Scott called as they entered the loft. "What happened?", Derek rushed into the room.

The boys laid her down on the floor as Sam silently cried. They all looked down at her as Derek examined Sam's wound.

"Ms. Blake.", Sam rasped, groaning. "She's the Darach."

"What?", Derek looked at her in disbelief. Stiles went to go get paper towels.

"She's the Darach. She attacked Lydia, she tried to sacrifice her.", Scott explained.

Stiles came back and pressed the paper towels on her wound. Sam let out a cry of pain, gripping his wrist as he looked at her apologetically. Her body started to hurt all over.

"Then how did she get into it?", Derek asked Scott, gesturing to Sam as he took the paper towels away from Stiles shaky hands, putting pressure on Sam himself.

"I went to look for Lydia. She wasn't with Aiden.", Sam swallowed as Scott looked at her in panic. "Why didn't you say anything!?", he exclaimed, worriedly.

"We don't know! One second, she was at the concert with us the next she was gone. We found her in there.", Scott told him.

Before Sam could explain, she screamed in pain as her head felt like it was gonna explode. Her body felt like it was on fire and felt too sore with every touch. The boys instantly flinched, fidgeting around as they were unsure of what to do.

"What's going on?", Scott yelled.

"I-I don't know!", Derek replied, taking Sam in his arms as she thrashed at his touch. It was too much. Everything burned and hurt. He held her arms in his hands, his veins instantly turning black, but the pain didn't subside.

"Derek, do something! Make it stop!", Scott yelled, covering his ears. "I'm trying!", Derek yelled back, wincing in pain. It was stab wound. It shouldn't have hurt this bad.

The pain started to fade as well as Sam's crying. Her whimpers turned into soft pants as she laid her head into Derek's chest, shutting her eyes.

The boys sighed, but silenced as the werewolves listened for her heartbeat. It was slow. Steady, but worryingly slow.

Derek quickly went to find supplies to clean Sam's wound and dress it. Scott and Stiles couldn't help but sit in silence, feeling the despair of what would come for the sacrifices.

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firefly-flickers · 2 years

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gremlinbabe · 9 months

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The pack likes to get Derek gag gifts to see the grumpy cat face but he secretly loves the gifts and uses them constantly.

Regularly uses his slides

They broke his toilet by accident and got him a new one

he leaves this one cuz at least one pack member a day snorts when they look at it

Got him a new phone after a rough training session in the woods broke the last one

A birthday present lol

The cutest stress ball

Furry paws because every single motherfucker in the pack is a little shit with twisted humor so they place the paws in a Plexi glass box and play elf on a shelf with it every time Derek yeets them into the closet

Cursed Kermit shrine built in the living room while Derek was out running errands

Because they never thought he’d wear it

He wears it to a date looking smug af cuz he still looks hot

#teen wolf #derek hale #tyler hoechlin #stiles stilinski #sterek #teen wolf movie #derek x stiles #malia hale #malia tate #cora hale #lydia martin #peter hale #issac lahey #vernon boyd #erica reyes #jackson whittemore #liam dunbar #mason hewitt #jordan parrish

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northernbluetongue · 2 years

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I don't know if I've posted about this before but I wanted to share this adorable and funny Sterek Fanfic!!!

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theheartbrokenones · 2 years

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Chapter Two of Songs Of You (Trails & Tribulation)

Step one, you say we need to talk. He walks, you say sit down, it's just a talk, He smiles politely back at you. You stare politely right on through Some sort of window to your right.

Mason walked away keeping them in his sight as he calls one of their group. “ Hey, Mas is everything alright? ” He hears Corey voice and tries to let it soothe him. “N-no… No nothing is alright Core… Theo i-is in a coma, they lost him a few times.”

He could hear the others and someone crying, and another deeper voice with an accent in the background talking. “ Damn it… Look right now Denton is trying to do the riddle talk but he is willing to help us. Keep an eye on Liam, We will try to keep the others away. Should I send over anyone? ”

Mason wasn’t sure, it wouldn’t hurt if they had an extra hand but at the same time what could they all do? They are just waiting here, The others are trying to figure out what is in the vial but not everyone needed to be there. God, he felt so damn tired and scared. “ Mas? You still there baby? ”

Mason took a shaky breath, “I-i don’t know god, I don’t know right now Cor. I keep hoping this is all a bad dream, that we will wake up passed out at Theo’s and he is looking at us with that exasperated look. That everything is all fine but it's not Cor… He might not wake up, and his body isn’t healing, and our only hope is for Denton to help us or something else…”

He stops cause it feels like something is lodge in his throat, it was a sob he was fighting against. “ Mas we will find something anything to help him, we can’t lose any hope. We would do anything for him ‘cause he would do everything to save us, to help us. He didn’t have to, he didn’t know us or owe us anything but he did so we will do the same. ”

Mason nodded before realizing he was on the phone, “Yeah you're right. I think you should send Josh and You. We might have company cause Mrs.McCall seen us and knows so that means the others will find out.”

He could hear something in the background and Corey voice becomes muffled for a minute. He was confused but he guess they were saying something, so Liam didn’t hear. Glancing over he could Liam just sitting now but looking at his hands.

He made a face, “Guys just get here I don’t want to try to deal with them by myself cause if Li becomes aware during them, I won’t try to hold him back.” With that he hangs up. Slowly making his way over to his friend, no words were spoken and even if there was Mason wouldn’t have been to say anything.

As he goes left, and you stay right, Between the lines of fear and blame you begin to wonder why you came. Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend Somewhere along in the bitterness.

Melisa knew deep down that something was off, she heard whisper arguments between Stiles and Scott for a while but she figured it was some supernatural thing and hadn’t wanted to drag her in. But now as she looked at Theo’s prone form on the Hospital bed hooked up to machines to help him breath, to LIVE.

She wonders if she should of press but she couldn’t believe this was from Scott or Stiles she helped raise her son and Stile since they were kids. But the memories of the Mason and Liam and their anger, the open honesty and pain. No one could fake that, she moves away pulling her phone out as she passed the nurse station she could hear them whisper about Theo with the concern.

“I heard he flat line on the table a few times and Dr.Greyer refuse to stop bringing him back…”

“I know, I think the boy is friends with his son so it most of hit home for him.”

She had to hurry away as her stomach clenched and she could feel bile rise up her neck. ‘ Please God…’ She hits call bringing the phone up listening to it ring. ‘Tell me It's not true…’ On the third ring her son finally answer.

“Mom is everything okay?” She smiled as tears gathered in her eyes hearing the open concern. “Yeah, But Scottie baby I need you to be honest with me. Is Stiles with you?” She swallowed the lump in her throat hands shaking as she leaned against the door to the bathroom.

“Uh yeah, why?” She could see him doing that little head tilt. “Put me on speaker on need him to answer too.” She could hear some fumbling before hearing Stiles voice. “Scott, Stiles did you do or say anything to a boy Name Theo? Like attack him or bully him?”

“What no! Why?” Scott's voice of alarm but she could hear Stiles mumble something, “Stiles, did you? I mean verbal or physically bully Stiles? And be honest.” ‘ Please say no, please say no…’

Scott was still asking before going quiet. “Stiles!” She yelled thru the phone her nerves and patients running thin. “Maybe I don’t know, I didn’t physically touch him but I guess maybe verbally. Why?” Her heart clenched.

“Cause he is in the hospital, from what I understand from Liam and Mason he attempted… he attempted Suicide and they are putting the blame on you two… Do you not understand how serious these accusations are? Dr.Greyer knows and he won’t hesitate to put these in a report and report this to the proper authorities and the others they don’t want you here.”

Everything was silent for a few minutes, “And the worst is his healing isn’t kicking in he flatline on the table a few time, he is in a coma now. So if you dare try to say he is faking it. I swear to god I will ban you from my house and right my own report and Scott we are having a long talk when I get home because I am now incline to believe those boys.”

With that she hung up, she felt more drain sliding down the door bowing her head. “God where did I go wrong? I never thought I would be here.” She wanted to cry, to deny that her son and his best friend did this, to hide it or get Dr.Greyer to not put it in his reports. “God does John know?”

She scrolls through her phone before finding his name she hesistated before calling. “Mel, thank god I’m heading up to the hospital is the boys okay?” His panic breathing as he rushed his words. “Y-yeah the boys are fine but John you are not gonna be able to work on the case…”

She never wanted to be someone else more than this moment. “Why, what's wrong?” She slowly stood back up, her bones popping. “Because this case is going to blame your son and Scott. There will no hiding it either, I can’t say anything else John. I have to go back to work.”

It was a weak excuse but a valid one. She hung up before he could say anything and left the bathroom. She walked past the Nurse station and glanced at Theo room. Liam was holding Theo hand running his finger over his knuckle, Mason was on Theo other side and what looked like Corey and Josh if she wasn’t mistaken standing nearby.

She held back hear gasp seeing Liam lean over kissing Theo forehead. “So sad, isn’t it? I hear they had just got together on the kid birthday and then this?” She almost jumped, looking to her left she saw Amanda standing next to her looking sadly at the kids. “Where did you hear that?”

She couldn’t help but ask, “Oh um I happen to overhear the kid telling his friend when I was checking Theo that's the kid name. I know we aren’t supposed to ease drop but it is so sad The other was going to take Theo out on a date he had it planned. He is blaming himself for not seeing the signs. I-i know how that feels my little sister did the same thing I think before I leave want to give him some advice she gave me.”

With that Amanda walked away being paged away, Melisa looked in the direction of Theo’s room one last time and walked away feeling even more sick.

Liam was holding Theo’s hand, the other was always colder than him but this time his hand felt icy, ‘ Like he is dead .’ He tried to banish the though but seeing Theo hooked up to all these machines to help him didn’t help it. “Baby please open those pretty eyes.” He whisper holding his hand tighter, he tried to take his pain, but there was nothing to take.

It was funny, in a morbid way to learn that someone in a Coma couldn’t feel pain. Mason was on his phone his brow frown showing he was in deep though. “Hey it says here that there is a study that if he hears the voice of those he loves it could help him!” He looked up showing his phone.

“And they even suggest some music so if we all keep taking turns talking to him or playing music that it might bring him back or help him find his way back to us!” Corey and Josh looked at him in confusion while it gave Liam some hope. “Do you think it will work on our kind?” Josh asked, his voice was raspy as if he had been screaming nonstop.

“It’s worth a try, until we can figure out what was in the bottle than we can try everything.” Mason stood up walking closer to Theo. “Hey T, it's Mason you gave us a hell of a scared but when you wake up we are having a serious talk. But that can wait for when you are better.”

The room fell silent all wondering how they could of been so blind to miss the signs, how they could of saved a life when they thought it was alright.

And I would have stayed up with you all night had I known how to save a life.

Everyone was silent at the McCall house after Melissa hung up. Lydia thought about the few times she wanted to scream what felt like a few hours ago but they stop before they slipped past her lip. Kira was feeling more and more uncomfortable, her scent filling the room.

Stiles and Scott were looking at each other, neither was to sure. They both knew logically that Mrs.McCall wouldn’t lie about something like this but they never thought that something like this could happen. Scott shifted from one foot to the other, “We should go… See if there is anything we could do.”

“Did you miss the part where your mom said that the others don’t want us up there? Or did you purposely ignore that?” Lydia spoke using Kira to help her stand. She was done and tired of this charade, she should of said something before ‘ Better late than never. ’

“Come on Lyd their kids, besides we should see this could be Theo faking or maybe he got attack by some hunters either way we-” His face was flung to the side from how hard we were slapped. He didn’t feel the pain more so shock at being hit.

“You stop right there, Stiles! This!” She waved her hand to show something but he couldn’t see what.

“This is what got us all in this mess! I get, or maybe I don’t, but ever since you were possessed by the Nogitsune you have been so damn paranoid and untrusting! I am sure if Kira had joined us after that you wouldn’t treat her as badly as Theo!”

She then turned raising her hand as if she was going to slap Scott next. “And You! You haven’t help either you act like you trust or care but you don’t try to stop him! You wait until the damage is done at least I can say I tried! I tried to stop him. Rail in his paranoia, Kira is new she doesn’t know what she can or can’t do but even she has pointed out things.”

She took a deep breath shoulder shagging, hand falling to her side. “Honestly I rather face what I've done than pretend I didn’t. I am no better than either of you but at least I am not being ignorant. I’ve heard the whisper, we changed but not for the better. Call me when you're done being a moron.”

With that she and Kira left, getting in Lydia car. “Where are we going?” Kira whispered looking at the other girl, who had tears in her eyes, face flushed from yelling and now holding back sobs.

“The hospital, I wasn’t kidding I have heard whispers and I have a feeling this isn’t going to get swept under the rug. If we get in front of it we can try to do damage control.”

Let him know that you know best 'Cause after all, you do know best. Try to slip past his defense without granting innocence.

Stiles was pacing as Scott looked on in a confused puppy way. Or maybe it was him still in shock like his mind couldn’t comprehend what was going on. “Fuck, fuck if he did… What if Lydia is right…”

Stiles was muttering to himself, he didn’t want to believe, he couldn’t believe. But deep down he knew he was fucked up from the Nogitsune. He didn’t trust Theo but he could forgive others and learn to trust him. Hell he trust Deucalion than he did Theo and there shouldn’t be any reason he didn’t Theo hasn’t done anything wrong.

Maybe it wasn’t paranoia that was the issue but the fact that Theo eyes reminded him of something and the way he act but he couldn’t place. He isn’t sure, but the fact was that he might not get to fix his problem and this was not one he could ignore until it goes away. He chanced a look at Scott to see his brows frowned and lips set in a thin line and it looked like he was comprehending, and the shock was clearing away.

“Scottie we should try to see him.” Stiles got out, his hands shaking but he tried to mask it by running it thru his hair. “I think it is best to see him with our own eyes, we could sneak into the hospital when the kids are gone.”

Scott looked at him unsure, he wants to respect the wishes but something in him needed to see Theo. To make sure he was still here physically with him, that his heart was still beating. To feel his pulse beat under his touch.

His stomach rolled as he wonder where these feelings were coming from he never felt this for Allison or anyone else. Yet Theo since he has been here his wolf been pawning and ramming itself at the cage he put it wanting to be near Theo to protect him keep him by his side.

“I don’t know Stiles, the others… They have made it clear that they don’t want us there and to be honest what right do we have? If he did do this because of us.” Stiles recoiled because he could hear the Because of you . “Then we shouldn’t and what if there is someone there like Corey he can go invisible. I doubt they would leave him unguarded. They probably are prepared for something like this and really do you want to deal with pissed off were-shifters?”

Stiles frowned before thinking that was true, but he needed to see for himself, to appease the part of himself that he was right that he couldn’t be wrong. But there was nothing to prove, Theo had come out innocence and he targeted him with his silver tongue cutting into his defense where it would bleed.

“Still we should at least check on him and see if we can help. He should of healed and it's not normal for were-shifter to slip into a coma. Maybe Derek knows or at least Peter.” Stiles mutter, head bowed in defeat. Lydia and Scott were right and yet all his emotions and feelings were jumble, he felt like everything was unstable again.

“We will call them then and only then we might go see him.” Scott place a comforting hand on Stiles shoulder before passing him to go to the kitchen.

Lay down a list of what is wrong The things you've told him all along and pray to God he hears you and I pray to God he hears you.

Liam wasn’t sure how he ended up here but he knew the others forced him out saying to wash up and get changed. That they could handle watching Theo for a while, but here he was cleaned and standing in a church. He hasn’t been to one since he was Nine.

He looked around the old church, the feeling was still the same warmth but absent was the best way to describe it. He walked to the podium that held candles some lit but most unlit. He grabbed the box of matches and flicks it the sparks, the sizzle, the burst of heat. He could only see Theo each memory flicker before settling on the way he found him.

He brings the watch to a candle before getting down to pray, begging anyone that could hear him to please don’t let him loose the other. He knew he fell for day for Theo when they met, it was why he stuck close to him. He was working up the courage to ask him when Theo kissed him.

If he knew what he knew now he would of just taken the other and ran to take him anywhere but here. “I don’t want to know what it's like without him here and I don’t want to learn.” He whisper feeling the tears burning his eyes.

He could remember how him and the others would argue and fight with Stiles and the others, showing proof that Theo wasn’t anything that Stiles though he was. How Malia would be close to attacking, Mason shouting with righteous anger and how he be close to exploding.

They would do it when Theo was out with one of the others, even tho Theo would say it didn’t bother him they knew it did. Everything Stiles would list they would have something to counter it but it never went anywhere the other too stubborn. Scott doing nothing but trying to play devil advocate and Lydia would nod and side with them but it did nothing in the end.

He felt himself getting angry and he knew it would do no one any good but right now he rather feel the anger than this pain. The memory of Theo flashed before his eyes and his words echoing. “ If you could have one wish, what would it be? ”

He could of sworn he felt Theo arms wrapping around him from behind, the soothing scent that always seem to relax him was faintly there and the brief kiss he felt place on his head. “To have you here with me…” He whisper looking around but no one was there, he bowed his head the anger long gone replaced with the pain.

He ended up leaving pulling his phone out, his home screen was a picture that Hayden had snapped. It was Liam giving Theo a piggyback ride because he somehow hurt his leg, Liam had said something that had Theo laughing head thrown back and it caused Liam to smile in the picture.

He could remember that day it was one of the few that the puppy pack had got Theo to come hang out away from the town. They listen to Josh, who found a place for them to hang out and Theo relaxed with each mile they got further from Beacon Hill.

They had fun roughing housing and being the kids they couldn’t be here. Josh challenge Theo to a contest which caused Theo to get hurt but he laughed it off, eyes wide and excitement in the air. Liam rolling his eyes but smiling and carrying Theo around even when he was healed because Theo never told him to stop rather going along with it.

He looked up to see his Mom there standing by her car. “Mom…” His voice cracked and she smiled sadly, she adored Theo. She and her husband knew the minute Liam came home talking about the boy that their son was in love.

Liam rushed into her arms and sobbed crying out his pain, hurt and worries just holding his mom. She held onto him blinking her tears back because both her boys were hurting and she knew her husband was also hurting as well. She needed to be strong for all three of her boys and when she was alone she could break but for now she was the shield they need.

‘Please don’t take his sunshine away.’

And where did I go wrong? I lost a friend Somewhere along in the bitterness. And I would have stayed up with you all night Had I known how to save a life.

Derek was laying in bed when his phone rang, he felt something was off but pushed it off. He was leaning to grab his phone when he pause hearing a knock on his door. He sniffed the air and made a face but it was Uncle, but he smelt distress and anger.

“Derek answer the door I know you are awake. Don’t you dear answer that call!” Now he knew something was truly wrong, normally he would ignore his uncle but the way he was talking made him pull his hand away from his phone and roll out of bed.

He padded his way to his front door, only to be shoved out of the way. He raised a brow but watched how his uncle who usually is pulled together pace his living room floor. He could hear Cora stirring upstairs in her own room.

Derek had a feeling this was going to be a long night already.

As he begins to raise his voice, You lower yours and grant him one last choice. Drive until you lose the road Or break with the ones you've followed.

David was grateful to see his wife and his son cleaned up. Pulling Liam back into a side hug when he sees John stepping out of the Elevator with a few Deputies. “Liam why don’t you go sit with the others.”

He didn’t want his son to hear any of this and hoped the machines would mask the conversation. “Wh-.” He knew Liam smelled the other, baste on the rigged form he took and the shake of his fist.

“Go.” He pushed his son and stood to bloke John from seeing his son, Jenna must have understood and stepped up next to him. Her usually happy smile and bright eyes were gone, there stood the fierce and independent woman, who could bend a court to her will.

“Hello Sheriff Stilinski, I wasn’t notified that you arrived. If you would just follow me to my office.” He glanced back thankful to see Liam gone. “Oh Dr.Greyer there would be no need for that, one of the nurses informed us and they said it looked more like an accident. You know kids probably a trick or prank gone wrong.”

David, stilled looking at the man in front of him. He notice how the hard look in his eyes, but the sweat dripping down the side of his temple. The stiff upper lip and twitch in his hand like he wanted to ball his fist up. “With all due respect to the nursing staff. But I can tell you and even show you with other consulting doctors this is not an accident or prank. This is a Nineteen-year-old boy who is laying in the hospital with self-inflicted injury after being attacked.”

He straighten his back and tilted his head staring the other man down as he felt his wife hand on his back giving him strength to continue talking over the other. “From what I understand from others Theo is a good kid, only has seven close friends. He is well like by teachers and most of the student bodies but he is being bullied. If you think I will change my mind you will find I won't, I know what those marks are and the sign.”

John eyed the man, eyes flickering behind him as if he was looking for Theo himself. He was very much like Stiles and right now the anger he usually kept under control not wanting to feed stereotypes was boiling under his skin.

“Now if you would kindly follow me into my office or maybe you would like to question my colleges.” Jenna looked at her husband before stepping forward. “Maybe Sheriff, you know something we don’t. Maybe something personal?”

Her smile was like a wolf, all teeth and eyes just as hard. Even though he was taller it was like she was staring him down, seeing all his secrets. “Now wait a min-.”

Jenna held her hand up silencing him, she wouldn’t stand for someone to yell at her. “No you wait a minute, My son’s boyfriend! A boy I love like my own is laying in a coma. We can do this the right way or I can drown your department in legal papers after I am done Suing you, the school and anyone else involve.”

John couldn’t speak, looking shock while David just smile. No one else knew that his sweet darling innocent wife is a Attorney. She could do most of her work at home, but there would be a time when she needed to travel but right now if she got her firm involved they would gladly take it.

With that she turned on her heels, looking at her husband, “I think we would like to go to your office now, Dr.Greyer.” He smiled nodding his head. “Of course follow me Attorney Greyer, Sheriff.”

Hayden and the others showed up at Theo’s room looking more tired but cleaned up. “He said it would take some time to analyze the liquid, it's not something he is truly familiar with.” She manage to get out before falling into an empty seat.

Mason nodded leaning against Corey, they didn’t expect a miracle but it wouldn’t have hurt if there was one. ‘ Can’t we catch a break in this town.’ He closed his eyes not realizing he was falling asleep till Corey was shaking him.

“Hey why don’t I take you home?” Corey whisper, Mason shook his head. “No, No I want to stay here.” He whisper back, in all honesty why he wouldn’t mind going home, he didn’t want Theo to be alone nor be left with the memories of today.

The other’s shared a glance, for a moment they could all understand. No one really wanted to be alone right now. “I think we should go over to Theo’s to get it cleaned up for when he wakes up. Maybe just stay over so no one does anything.”

Tracey suggested, it would give them something to do when they couldn’t visit and maybe they would find some more clues to save him. Or at least help them understand how they missed this.

They were all talking about it, when Liam enters the room. Josh took one looked and placed a hand on Tracey waist. “What’s wrong?” Everyone went silent, waiting for the answer before Liam could speak they caught a faint scent.

“What is it?” Mason asked looking at everyone tense body. “Mom and Dad are dealing with the Sheriff, he was asking Dad if he was sure Theo injury weren’t from an accident or some prank gone wrong.”

“You got to be fucking kidding me!” Tracey was trying to calm Josh down, but her own rage was causing her to partial shift. “I could get the fucking side injury but those on his arms are clearly self-inflicted.”

It was clear what the Sheriff was trying to do, but they couldn’t let this be hidden. “I have an ideal but shoot it down. We not be able to fight him physically but we can make sure that everyone knows the truth.”

Mason moved from Corey side, Holding his phone in front of him. “We can share it on every social media site. Snapchat, Insta, Twitter, and even Tumblr. Get the word out so they can’t hide it, get ahead of them from being able to form the narrative.”

Malia tilted her head while she was still learning she could get behind it, Liam tilted his head before nodding looking at Theo. “I just hope he doesn’t get to upset when he wakes up.” The fragile hope clear in his hope.

“If we are going to do this we need to hurry, I hear them getting heated and man Li I didn’t know your dad had a vicious side, but your mom is terrifying.” Corey tilted his head listening before shaking his head and pulling his phone out with the others.

“I know, that's why I try not to make her to upset.” They took pictures of Theo and did some tasteful filter before typing a message hinting at what happen, and carefully pointing out the cause without, out right saying whose to blame. It would take a while before it circulates through the student body and being shared.

He will do one of two things, He will admit to everything Or he'll say he's just not the same.

Lydia and Kira manage to make it to the Hospital, they could see some chaos already going down. Cop cars in the parking lot along with some people outside. She frown when see realize some of them from their school.

Slipping through under the pretense of needing to get checked out they made their way through the hospital. Asking what room their friend was in, they begin making their way up the intensive care unit.

The more they got closer the more her stomach rolled. “Nothing good comes from this floor.” She mumbles under her breath, Kira looked at her in concern.

“We don’t know that for sure.” She whispered back, holding Lydia hand tightly. She flash a reassuring smile, but Lydia couldn’t return it not with this feeling consuming her.

As soon as they got close to the door, it was like a scene from the movies where the people in the room turned their heads looking at them. Malia placed her hand down on Liam shoulder stopping him from getting up. She mutter something before walking out of the room.

“What do you think you two are doing here?” She cut straight to the point, It was one of the things Lydia likes about her. “We wanted to check on Theo, a-and apologize.”

Malia stared at them, there had been very few times Lydia had been uncomfortable and she could add this to that small list. “Why? Why now after everything? Why not before?”

Lydia looked at Kira before turning back to Malia. “We never agreed with Stiles and we tried to stop him and his behavior and even get Scott to agree. But today, today was too much for us. We were already planning on apologizing to Theo for this when we got the news.”

Malia frowned looking over her shoulder, She could hear the truth in her heartbeat but that still didn’t matter in the end not to any of them. But maybe it would help Theo, maybe if he knew that one cause of his pain was sorry and it wouldn’t hurt to have more help.

“Wait here.” With that she turned walking back into the room, it wasn’t her decision to make alone. “Should we?” She asked, there was no point in reciting as she knew they heard everything and someone would say something to Mason.

“I say no, even if she is telling the truth it obviously didn’t have any effect.” Hayden growled softly, Tracey backing her up along with Josh.

“I think we should, for Theo. If he heard her maybe he would be responsive plus maybe Kira mom could be of some use.” Mason threw his in, Malia nodded backing him along with Corey.

Everyone turned to Liam who was holding Theo hand, he would break the tie. Whatever decision they would back him. He pressed his head against Theo hand trying to stay calm and think. “Let them… If they aren’t any help then we can ignore them. When Theo wakes up we can come to the choice if they can or cannot be around.”

He looked at them brows frowned, “But that doesn’t mean they are forgiven or to be alone with him. If they hurt him one more time that it.” Everyone nodded, they could see he wasn’t joking as he went to holding Theo hand to his head. Counting his heartbeat and listening to his pulse.

Malia went back out to let Lydia and Kira in, everyone kept their eyes on them and Liam as he tensed up but slowly relaxed enough focusing more on Theo to anchor himself.

“What can we do to help?”

And you'll begin to wonder why you came, Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend Somewhere along in the bitterness. And I would have stayed up with you all night Had I known how to save a life.

Scott and Stiles slipped into the Hospital when they figure most have left, they had passed some of the cars that they knew belong to the pack. Still they knew it would be best if they avoided others just in case.

Scott made a face when, hearing some nurses talking about a boy in the ICU. Relaying the information to Stiles, they both agreed it had to be Theo. “I still feel we should wait.” Scott mumbles out as they moved into the elevator in time for some cops to round the corner.

“Come on Scottie, besides we can check on him. We can also make see if a hunter did anything to him.” Stiles tried to reassure him. Scott just made a face but agreed slowly relaxing. His phone vibrated in his pocket but he ignored it. Right now he didn’t want to deal with anymore problems, not after the disaster call they had with Peter, they only talked with him because Derek and Cora wasn’t answering them.

That and Peter had the most knowledge out of the group. ‘ Still we could of called Chris but… He would ask to many questions.’

Scott sighed running a hand down his face and winced his head was hurting from fighting with his wolf since they heard the news, no he admitted to himself it's been fighting with him for a while. Maybe it knew something he didn’t but now it's just been worst.

They stepped out of the elevator once they were sure the cost was clear. Scott used his nose to search separating the scents till he found the scent of Theo mixed with the other packs. Following it, they stopped outside the door seeing Theo so pale and small in the hospital bed. Wrapped in bandages, connected to the machine.

He had a tube down his throat to breathe for him, his hair framing his face, long lashes that brush his cheeks. He didn’t move, or react if he knew was going on around him. He looked like he was asleep.

“Sleeping beauty…” Scott looked at Stiles, but the other didn’t seem aware of the words that slipped out. Still as he looked back he could agree silently. Reaching out to open the sliding door, his fingers didn’t even brush against the handle before stopping hearing a crash down the hall.

“What the hell do you two think you are doing here?” Scott cursed silently as he looks, there standing in the hall was Liam, around his feet was some snack from a vending machine.

“Fuck.” Scott agreed again with Stiles this was bad ‘cause Liam look ready to murder someone as his eyes flashed Gold.

Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend Somewhere along in the bitterness. And I would have stayed up with you all night Had I known how to save a life.

Brett was laying in his bed reading a book he needed for his paper in English when his sister barged into his room without knocking. Normally he would complain and maybe growl at her as a warning but he didn’t do that night. She looked stricken as she was holding her phone in a crushing grip he was surprised it didn’t break under her grip.

“Brett did you see?” Her voice was shaking as she didn’t take her eyes off her phone, her thumb scrolling as if she was looking at something. “See what?” He asked sitting his book down, looks like he won’t get to do his essay.

“Look at your phone, check either Snap or Insta.” He looked at her before shrugging and clicks the first app he saw, all over his feed was a post from Liam and his friend talking about some guy. He felt sick seeing the picture and others reposting and commenting and then he saw it each pointing a finger at Scott McCall.

Their pack had talked about possibly making an alliance with the Teen, but if what is said is true. Then maybe, they shouldn’t. But Brett couldn’t help but wonder, there had to be more about this situation than is letting on and one person he knew even if they didn’t get along wouldn’t lie to him about this.

“Do you think it is true?” Lori asked him, he almost forgot about her, he looked up from his phone seeing the look in her eyes. “I do, but I also think we should get all the fact before saying something.”

She narrowed her eyes at him, “How do you think we are going to get it? The others will be seeing this soon if they haven’t already.” It was true they were working on limited time if they are seeing this and what looked like this was posted about a couple hours ago than they needed to do so fast.

“We will have to calm someone, see if they will tell us or meet up with us and explain everything. If it is true we will tell Satomi what we learned.” Lori nodded slowly before looking back at her phone frowning. “Poor kid…”

He sighed knowing Lori is a bleeding heart at times, “We can visit if you want.” She flashed him a smile before turning only to pause only to shake her head and leave with a silent clink of the door shutting behind her.

How to save a life, How to save a life. Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend Somewhere along in the bitterness. And I would have stayed up with you all night, Had I known how to save a life.

Chris was laying back in his car taking a break as he was making his way to surprise his partner when his phone rang. “Speak of the devil.” He smirk hitting answer and speaker. “Hell-” Before he could finish he heard the angry growl.

He knew each one of Peter’s growl and sounds, this one was an angry but distressed Peter. “Christopher Jenson Argent, you best tell me the truth.” Peter growled lowly, he could hear the rustling as if he was moving.

“Full name, okay what did I do?” He ran through a list, he didn’t forget any important dates, did he leave something dangerous out? Oh, shit did Peter find the little box? He made sure his heart didn’t change but he was looking around and feeling his pocket, he swore he grabbed it when he last visited.

“I don’t know, did you maybe tell or help the boys but a child in the hospital in a coma!” He paused, mouth pulled down as his brows frowned. “Come again?”

He could hear Peter pause, as if listening before a small huff. “Stiles and Scott called me cause Derek and Cora wasn’t answering and gave me the most terrible lie mixed with truth. From what I could gather something happen and a kid Theo I think. He is in the hospital in a coma with his healing factor not working. But I also gather they had something to do with it both hearts stutter when they tried to deny it. But Scott not the brightest and Stiles might have needed help so I am asking you because they could of lied or stole from you.”

Chris ran through his week, nothing was missing from his supplies, he didn’t get any strange text or call from the teens, but that wasn’t unusual per se. “No, look how about I turn around and head back. I know we planned for us to have a getaway but if they are involved then-”

He was interrupted again this time he can hear some muffle voices, more than likely they were Derek and Cora. “No you are not going alone! Come get me I swear Chris if you leave me I will kick you to the couch. Look we are all getting pack so come get us.”

He smirked he knew it was a bold face lie Peter would kick him to the couch but would crawl on top to rest with him all while grumbling about the bed being cold. “Okay, I will get there fast and lets see what else we can gather while we drive. Derek see if you can find anything else out, Cora try to find information on the kid and Peter calm down.”

Before his partner could say anything to him, he hung up and tossed his phone to the side, turning his car back on and merged back on the road.

“What the hell is happening back in that town?” He mumbles, this was looking to be a headache.

Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend Somewhere along in the bitterness and I would have stayed up with you all night Had I known how to save a life.

Liam marched his way over to get them away from his Theo. Stiles moved a little behind Scott just encase this ended in a fight. “Liam, kiddo come on. We are allowed to check on pack mates.”

Scott shot him a look before facing Liam, flashing his eyes at Liam but it didn’t seem to do anything more than make the other madder. “You never consider him that before and I know for a fact he didn’t feel like he belong! So, no you are not allowed.”

He wanted to punch that pale freckle face, he let a low growl as he forced his way between them and the door. He looked over at the desk seeing some nurses looking.

Thankfully he knew they didn’t see the eyes, but he caught one and waved at them. He needed to stay in control for Theo. “Please call security they are not allowed anywhere near him!” Making Scott and Stiles jump.

“No we are allowed! We are his childhood friends!” Stiles turned walking back to the nurses, but he hadn’t been here as long as Liam, most already knowing about his relationship with their patient, and thankfully it was Amanda.

“Oh really then what is your name and I will check it against the list of allowed visitors.” She gave him a smile that appeared friendly, but her eyes gave it away, She didn’t trust him. Amanda had sat with him giving him advice in turned he explained everything that lead up to this point censoring out the supernatural portion of it.

She was just upset with them as they were, marching into his father office ignoring the Sheriff and deputies slamming her hands down on his office. “I would like you to sign off on this so I can make a visitor list! I don’t want anyone that is not on that list to get to that kid, I will amend it if need be but I would have it ran by you before submitting it.”

Jenna smirked, she liked these women that ran the nurse nation. “Of course, draw it up and I will sign it when I am done.” Amanda nodded before turning on her heels and marched out. She had Liam sit with her, writing each name down on the allowed and not allowed list.

After she gently kicked him out to make the poor boy get something to eat and drink after listening to his stomach growl for a few minutes. So when she heard Liam just now yell and lean over to see him standing in front of Theo door she knew these boys were trying to sneak in.

She had Grace go ahead and call security and moved to into line of sight. “U-uh um I am Stiles Stilinski and he is Scott McCall.” He flashed her a smile, she pretended to look through Theo files looking at Grace to see her lay her hand down.

Five minutes she can deal with five minutes. “Oh is he related to Nurse McCall?” She looked up to see him fidgeting and noting some bruising to the boy face, didn’t Theo have some defensive wounds on his knuckles?

She looked at his file more thoroughly while listening. “Oh yeah that is his mom, hey Scottie come here.” She looked at the phone on the table three minutes.

“I am sorry to say you two can’t go in your names isn’t on the list. While your mom and I are friends, that doesn’t mean I will break the rules.”

She pretend to give them a sympathetic look, while Grace hid a snort behind clearing her throat, she shot her girlfriend a look. She just looked at her with a raised brow before clicking something on the computer.

“Can you check again? I mean we are his childhood friends. We are just concern at the very least can you tell us anything?”

She raised a brow not appreciating someone asking for information on a patient. “No, I can’t.” She smiled seeing her five minutes were up as Security rounded the corner.

“Now will you leave my floor willingly or will these nice gentlemen need to help you?”

How to save a life, How to save a life.

Liam stood in front of the door till Stiles and Scott were out of sight, before relaxing. Amanda looked at him and he flash her a shaky smile still fighting his wolf but relaxed. “I will be right there Liam go sit with Theo.”

He nodded before going into the room and flops down in the chair that he claimed. “Hey T, I’m back. I don’t know if you heard what happened outside the door. I-i shouldn’t have said that should I?”

He runs his hand through his hair feeling so tired and worn down. “But I couldn’t let them act like they cared and lie saying you were part of their pack when that isn’t true. They can’t act like you are pack when they treated you so badly.”

“I don’t know what to do, T. I need you here because I feel like I am losing control. You usually know what to do or say.” He looked at Theo tracing his face with his eyes, only to stop when he hears some knocking on the glass door.

Looking back he saw his parents and Nurse Amanda, understanding that it was time to go he stood up. Holding Theo hand in his, he leans down his forehead. “Love you baby, please come back.”

As he pulled away he felt a soft twitch in Theo grasp barely there he looked down in shock but held it back. He wasn’t sure if it was his mind but he took it as a sign that Theo can hear him. He walked out the door.

“Thank you again Amanda, make sure to write what happen and email it to me so I can use it later.” Jenna smiled as she wrapped her arm around her son. “Of course Mrs.Greyer anything I can do to help.”

With that they walked away, as soon as he steps outside his phone viberated. Pulling it out encase it was the others to only see a message from Brett Talbot on Insta messenger.

‘ We need to talk. ’

Under the message was the post of Theo, he was to tired and ignored it for now. Tomorrow he can deal with it. Looking around to make sure he couldn’t see Scott or Stiles let alone scent them. He slides in his mom car closing his eyes he let his mind drift as she began to drive.

#Songs of You (Trails & Tribulations)#Thiam #Theo Raeken x Liam Dunbar #Theo Raeken #Liam Dunbar #stiles stilinski #peter hale #chris argent #Derek Hale #Cora Hale #Lydia Martini #Kira #Scott McCall #corey x mason

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