AN: So this is my very first Teen Wolf fic, so I hope you like it!
It was like a shock of electricity ran through Scott McCall's entire body. Now he couldn't feel a thing, yet he could feel everything. He felt confused, dazed, and frightened, yet somehow relaxed and secure. He felt like he was floating, even though he was sitting on his own bed making dents into the mattress. It was like his mind was in a dream while his body remained awake.
He nearly jumped out of his own skin once he heard his phone ring on the bedside table next to him. On the screen there was a picture of a far too familiar face which was smiling with his thumb straight up in the air on his left hand.
"Hey man," Scott said, when he answered the phone.
"Dude," Stiles said, breathing heavily, "The weirdest thing just happened to me."
"What?" he asked, his eyes widening.
"I don't know, man," he explained, "It was like a bolt of energy or something came over me and then I just really weird inside, like I was feeling someone else's senses other than my own," there was a quick silence, "I already went through the whole demon posession thing once, I'd prefer not to go through it again."
"I don't think this is the Nogitsune," Scott answered, "I think this is different. Someone's in trouble."
"How do you know?"
"Because I just felt the same thing."
They met up in the woods only moments after their phone conversation had ended. Scott always knew when someone was in trouble, but if Stiles, a mere human, could feel something was wrong too, then it had to be important enough for both of them to go after whatever was happening.
"What do you think happened?" Stiles asked as they were roaming around in the fallen leaves.
"I don't know," Scott sighed, "I guess I felt I was floating, kind of dazed and relaxed."
"There had to have been more," Stiles insisted, "I mean, I felt panicked, frightened, and shaken up quite a bit."
"So whoever is in trouble can't be on land," Scott concluded, "They have to be imprisoned somewhere that seems comfortable, but is really an unknown location, possibly in the air or..."
They both turned their heads and saw a large lake next to them with a couple of stones that lead to it.
"You don't think-." Stiles began, but Scott was too quick.
Scott ran to the rocks and climbed up on one of them, flashing his red eyes into the water to see if he would get some kind of response in case it was a werewolf trapped down there.
"That explains the floating," Scott said.
"And the scared thing," Stiles nodded.
The water began to rustle just a little bit, as if something moved slightly underneath the dark surface.
"I saw something!" Scott called.
Stiles approached the water, but didn't come as close as Scott did, "Like what?"
"I think I saw..." he said, squinting, "Is that hair?"
"Hair?" Stiles said, raising his eyebrows.
"Like long human brown hair," Scott repeated.
He leaned in closer, his hand securely on a rock on one side of him as he looked closer to the water. Suddenly, a head popped out of the water with long strands of wet brown hair hanging at the sides of her cheeks. She looked frightened as she bobbed in the water.
"Oh my god," Stiles gasped, "I'm calling my dad."
"You do that," Scott agreed, then began to take off his jacket for the girl, "Hey, are you okay? Are you cold?"
The girl wasn't shivering, but she looked up at Scott and reciprocated a look of fear and surprise at what she thought she had seen in the water just a few moments ago.
"You're one of them..." the girl whispered.
"What?" Scott asked.
"You are one of them, aren't you?" the girl asked as Scott reached his arms into the water and pulled the girl out and placing her on a rock. She was wearing a green bathing suit top with purple shorts.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Scott said, shaking his head, "Do you need help? Do you want us to call someone for you?"
The girl looked from the rocks on the shore to Scott with a sweet determination in her eyes, "Take me to see Agent McCall..."