Due to switching accounts, I have moved two of my fics to this one! Old account- DarkluminateOfNight- which is used through facebook in which I have deactivated.

Disclaimer- I do not, and never will, own Teen wolf, **Sniffles** Or Stiles! Wah!

Missing Scene from Abomination-

Stiles decided to go to the garage, still fuming that Erica had not only sabotaged the jeep but used a part from it to knock him out and put him in the dumpster where he gained consciousness with a pounding headache. He was beyond mad.

He entered the garage to find the mechanic working on his jeep. "Hey. Hey!" He said more loudly over the noise of the tool.

He walked over to him. "Wh..." He pointed at his jeep with slight annoyance. "What do you think your doing? All I needed was a starter."

The man didn't even look at him as he informed, "Yeah, but it looks like your whole exhaust system has gotta be replaced, too."

Stiles eyes searched under the car before he rolled his eyes, annoyed. "Why do I get the feeling your slightly overestimating the damage."

Though when the guy replied that it would cost around 1,200 parts and labor that was it. Stiles didn't have that kind of money and if he did he wouldn't blow it on parts the jeep didn't need. "This thing doesn't even have a catalytic converter! And yes, I know what a catalytic converter is!" He replied with his arms stretched out .

He stopped what he was doing and turned to Stiles. "You know what a limited slip differential is?"

"Uh..." Stiles honestly didn't know and his expression was blank. "No.."

He turned back to doing his work and said, "Yeah, could run you more, like, 1,500."

Stiles shook his head, obviously not winning the argument, "Ok, just finish," and turned around and back towards the door, I'll be back here seething with impotent rage." He added under his breath.

He grabbed the handle but his hand slipped off and eyes drew together at the now slimy feel on his hand and he noticed it coated the door but thought nothing of it. "Oh, that's real sanitary!"

He opened the door with more force that necessary and advanced on wiping the slime off his hand and onto his jacket but his attention went on the picture hanging on the building that he recognized was the mechanic. He was wearing a lacrosse uniform.

Sighing, he said, "Figures."

As he took his phone out, wanting to dial his dad to inform him about the supposed parts that he would need for the jeep, he felt his arms start to go numb but it was the fact that he couldn't get them to move at all and found them shaking as the phone slid from his grasp and hit the floor in a clatter.

His breathing was heavy as he looked back in the garage and at the guy. Something moved in the darkness and his eyes were glued to what looked like a claw drawing from the shadows. "Oh." He breathed, both out of panic and shock.

He had to warn the guy somehow but his body was frozen in place. "Hey..."

"Hey!" He said a little louder but he didn't hear him, instead his hand flew up to his neck and turned towards something but Stiles couldn't see what it was.

"Hey!" His voice was now a panic when he saw him fall to the floor.

Stiles went to move but it was like his body had locked up and he grunted as he to fell to the ground but rather than laying there he more or less crawled to where his phone had dropped abandoned on the floor, also giving him a clear view of the mechanic.

Stiles so his mouth move, no doubt asking for help but he couldn't move.

He could barely move his hand as he started to dial 911. He watched as the machine holding his jeep was lowering down and towards him. His eyes grew glassy as he felt helpless. The fact that he was about to watch someone die right in front of his eyes. An image he was sure he wouldn't get out of his head.

Stiles closed his eyes tight, not wanting to see the scene that was unfolding.

He shuddered at the machine stopped and slowly opened his eyes but he was greeted with a creature on the other side of the door as it hissed and he gasped.

"911. What's your emergency?" The operator picked up but his eyes were on the thing that was staring at him.

It tilted its head as it stared at him before it gave one last hiss and disappeared.

"Sir? What is your emergency."

Stiles mouth opened but no words would form. He was to shocked and his body still denied the ability to move. What was that? It wasn't a werewolf but something completely different and he already knew that the source of his sudden paralysis came from touching the substance on the door which no doubt came from it but it was the way he looked at him. A mixture of hate and recognition in its eyes but Stiles could not place what it was.

He licked his lips, forcing his voice to work. "Garage...there was an accident..."

"Okay sir, are you hurt?" She answered calmly.

His face twitched. He didn't have time for a million questions. "No..."

"Okay we have an ambulance on route to your location."

Stiles pushed the end button. His breathing was starting to get back to normal and the numbness was slowly fading from his body and he could feel his limbs. He patiently waited for the ambulance, knowing his father would be there soon to, his focus on anything but looking back into the garage at the now dead mechanic.

The ambulance didn't arrive for a good fifteen minutes. In which Stiles was able to set up in a sitting position and watched as it pulled in fast and two EMT's rushed out and towards him, already looking him over for injuries, with more than a little frustration he said, "I'm fine! The guy in the garage..."

They seemed to take his hint, satisfied that he didn't seem to be completely hurt, and rushed inside. Stiles hears them gasp at the sight.

He felt in his pocket for his phone, his hands shaking still but able to fully move them with ease and called Scott, who answered on the fourth ring.

"Scott, can you uh, come pick me up at the garage?" He asked because considering his jeep would not be in working condition anytime soon, he could use a ride.

Scott didn't answer for a moment, "I can't. I'm waiting on Allison." Was his simple reply.

Stiles rolled his eyes at his friends constant need to be around Allison. "Dude. My jeep is out of commission, that now has some dudes blood on it, and I don't have a ride."

That got a reaction out of Scott. "Blood? What happened! You okay?"

"Dude, one question at a time. Yes, blood. I think we have more than werewolves to worry about now and besides getting paralyzed I'm perfect." There was sarcasm in his reply but he didn't care.

He knew Scott was debating on what to do without having to look at him. "I'll be there."

"Thanks." Stiles hung up the phone and sighed.

He felt one of the ambulance drivers grab his arm to help him to his feet, slightly unsteady, and led him over to the ambulance, where he gladly waited and after about ten minutes he heard the wailing of a siren and knew it was his father.

Stiles wasn't surprised when his dad got out of the car, his eyes widening once the caught sight of him and he ran to his son who grabbed him into a bone crushing hug. "Stiles, what happened? Are you alright?" He asked pulling away from him.

"Yeah, dad. I don't know. I walked in and the jeep was literally on top of him." Stiles lied easily, planting himself in the back of the ambulance

John eyed his son as he set by him. "You sure?"

Stiles was rubbing his hand, trying to work the rest of the numbness out when he saw another car pulling up who he realized was Scott.

"What's wrong with your hand?" He asked concerned.

"Nothing. Can I just get out of here now?" He answered, this time shaking his hand out.

He listened as his father explained that if there was something that he couldn't tell him but he angrily asked if he thought he was lying, even though he was, he hated being questioned. Other times it didn't bother him but he just been paralyzed and had a front row seat to someone being killed. It bothered him.

Though he knew he was just worried about him, afraid that he thought he couldn't talk incase someone wanted to permanently shut him up. "I didn't see anything. At all. Can I go now, please." He replied with more force than necessary.

John reluctantly dropped it and said, "Sure. But not in the jeep. Were going to have to impound it. Sorry, kid, evidence."

Stiles figured that was obvious but he still sighed in annoyance. "Look, at least make sure they wash it!" He hollered out because in all honestly he did not want to look at the blood that coated his usual blue jeep.