In-between
All rights belong to Jeff Davis and Teen Wolf – I own nothing …
** Post Season 3 – Before Season 4 ***
Waking up in the middle of the night was one of the things Stiles got used to after his encounter with the Nogitsune, waking up screaming and thrashing or in a sweat remembering all the pain and destruction he caused whilst inhabited by the spirit.
Stiles finds himself awake again at 3 am trying to filter through his mind what was him and what was the Nogitsune – flicking through memories of Scott, of Hospitals… of Allison. Getting himself up and making his way down to the kitchen in the need for a drink, he finds Scott sprawled out on the couch, a regular occurrence in the dead of night when the Alpha quietly breaks in to ensure the safety of his friends – well pack.
Thankfully Scott never blamed Stiles for what happened, reassuring him that he knows that the real Stiles would never hurt any of them – that though Allison is gone she will not be forgotten. Lydia was just as supportive though they were all grieving they let their friendship with the cured Stiles flourish, movie nerd outs still a part of their monthly ritual (in-between wolf training, lacrosse and school work). Others took it differently – Isaac though not outwardly blaming Stiles, was not entirely forgiving about the whole situation, but with good reason as Stilinski believed … he would do the same, pack up and leave. If it wasn't for those who remained Stiles doubted he could have survived these past weeks of guilt, or the sympathies of his father, it was people like Scott, Lydia, Malia and Kira who he remembers sitting with him when he was wrecked with guilt and helped build him into someone who is no longer afraid, despite his nightmares, he knows he was not to blame.
He also remembers that night in Eichen House, with Malia the alluring coyote girl – who has been warmly accepted into their pack since her release from institutionalization. She was always hesitant to them, years of living on her own in coyote form made her at bit reluctant to be accepted into a family of sorts, as her previous experiences left her abandoned and now living in Derek's loft – with her new father and cousin. Reminiscing on that night was one of Stiles most loved pastimes, his hands still feeling the cold of her body, skimming over the soft tan of her skin, the way her eyes smiled at him from across the room and his lungs filling with her scent of the earth, deep and comforting and her mouth – gods her mouth it tasted like oranges and burnt coffee entwined into a subtle sweetness which still tortured Stiles mind more than anything.
In a haze of memory Stiles doesn't hear the Alpha awaking until he is standing right in front of his hands holding a now empty glass.
"Are you alright Stiles? Did you have another nightmare?"
"Yeah, the same one, that I wake up as him again – I just needed a drink, any reason why you are here again? Should I ask the Sheriff for a bunk bed?" Stiles sniggered as Scott scowled playfully, bumping his best friend on the top of his bed head lightly as he could
"Yeah make sure it has superman bed covers okay? Now that you are back to your sarcastic self I am heading off"
Scott made his way towards the door, turning around to wave at Stiles as he ran off into the night – probably to Kira's Stiles thought. Checking the time Stiles heading towards his room, thinking of Malia again, he's wanted to talk to her for weeks, but whenever he got the courage to talk to her they were always interrupted… maybe soon he pondered whilst drifting off to sleep...