Anchored Miles Away
Stiles's pov
I was at the boot camp of sorts that you went through before joining the FBI initial training; far, far away from Beacon Hills; far from the craziness; but also far from my family and friends. I was enjoying some down time after a training session and a long, pleasant talk with my Dad when both my cellphones started ringing. Let me explain. I had my cellphone from everyday life that I always had; and the one they gave all new recruits as a gift; both for work and pleasure. That came in handy a lot.
I saw who had called my normal cell. Malia; my precious girlfriend. Who had called my work line was none other than True Alpha and my best friend, Scott McCall. Not wanting to keep either one waiting as it had to be an emergency, given it was nearly midnight; I picked up both lines at the same time and spoke
"I thought this was an emergency, so I'm talking to you both at the same time, Scotty, Mali. What's wrong?" my question concerned the call and the fact that instead of acknowledge the fact that I picked up and start explaining what was wrong; they were silent as far as speaking; but were both panting and pacing around; as if having a panic attack. I was Malia's anchor; that was why she called me while trying not to go full coyote. Scott had an anchor in Allison until she died; but learned how to be his own anchor; however, this was serous enough to the point where that was no longer working. I apparently had become his anchor as well. They needed my voice, my breathing, my heartbeat. My guidance and reassurance. But in order to provide the assistance in full, I needed to know the problem. Or problems. "What's wrong?"
I could tell my voice and heartbeat had started to calm them down, and Mali spoke tearfully "Lydia saw you die." I then heard Scott sniffle and whimper on the other line "Yeah. You were shot... I dreamt it before Lydia even said it!" I wanted to face-palm. Our connection as a pack, and the three of us as anchor to werewolf and anchor to coyote was growing stronger. I sighed "Guys. It was a simulation for my training. I'm fine. We're all fine. Just breathe."
They copied my breathing for a while until they were finally ok. I might be miles away, but I'll always be their anchor; ready to steady them, give them safety.