Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf
A/N: I've been playing with the idea of this story for a while now, but I finally decided to act on it. I hope you all enjoy!
All Too Human-Chapter 1
To say that Stiles isn't a morning person is putting it mildly. He's a night owl. He does his best thinking in the middle of the night when he should be in bed sleeping. When he goes away to college next year his plan is not to have one class start before ten if he can help it. Oh he cannot wait to her the blessed silence in the morning without a damn alarm going off, or his dad yelling at him to get up and get ready for school.
"Stiles!"
Speak of the devil he thinks to himself as he flinches in pain. Did his father have to yell so loud? God. He's exhausted. What time did he go to bed last night? Wait, he actually crashed early last night. He had a killer headache that no amount of Tylenol even put a dent in. He was hoping a good night sleep would help. No such luck. His head is still killing him.
"Stiles!" His father yells even louder as he opens the door to his son's bedroom. He shakes his head when he sees his son is still in bed. "You're not even up yet?"
Stiles go to shake his head, but stops when a wave of agony pulses through his head. Noticing his son's pain, the sheriff steps further into the room. "You okay?"
Stiles mutters a weak assurance that he is. This time he's careful to keep his head still not wanting to exacerbate the relentless pain in his skull
"Do you think you can make it to school? Or should I call you out?"
Stiles really can't afford to miss a day. He has a couple of big tests and projects coming up and needs to do well because these are the last grades that go along with his college applications. Plus, today is an early release day. He can battle through a couple of hours. "I think I'll be okay for school. The teachers have professional development, so we're getting out at noon."
The sheriff gives his son a small smile. "Okay, then you need to get going. It's almost seven."
Stiles makes a show moving his blankets aside to illustrate that he is in fact on the move. Satisfied, his father leaves him to get ready. He flops back down on his bed when he hears his father on the stairs. "I can do this. It's just a couple of hours."
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It doesn't take long for Stiles to regret his decision to come to school. The ride to school was awful. Not only did he have the mother of all headaches, but now he has relentless nausea to go along with it. He almost had to pull over a couple of times when the nausea got too bad. Luckily, he didn't throw up. Unfortunately, he has a feeling it has more to do with the fact that he has virtually nothing in his system and not because his headache is letting up at all.
"You look awful!"
"Are you okay? You look sick."
Yeah, his friends are the greatest. Yeah, not so much at the moment. He frowns when he sees Kira and Lydia giving him matching looks of disgust mixed with concern. If he looks half as bad as he feels, he must look like shit. The last thing he needs is their commentary.
"Jeeze, guys. You really know how to make a guy get all fuzzy inside."
Lydia rolls his eyes. "Seriously, though. You look awful. Are you okay?"
Stiles rubs his head. "Yeah, I just got a bad headache," He explains as Scott joins his friends.
"Dude, you look like shit!" Scott says.
"Glad to see that SAT word a day calendar has done a lot of good," Stiles mutters.
"I texted you last night," Scott says. "I had a question about our English homework."
"Yeah, sorry about that. I crashed at like eight."
Scott's guys get large in alarm. "You never got to bed that early. You ok?"
Stiles rubs his head again. "Yeah, just have a really bad headache."
"You sure it's not a migraine?" Kira asks.
Lydia shakes her head. "Nah. My mother gets those. There's no way he would be here if this is what it is."
"Sorry, but why are you here?" Scott asks concerned.
"My sentiments exactly! If you're sick you shouldn't be here spreading the plague," Lydia admonishes.
"Look, guys. It's an early release day. I can make it. Besides, I would rather save my absences for the end of the year."
Scott and Kira don't seem too convinced and Lydia is even worse. She moves forward, placing a small hand on his forehead checking for a temperature.
"No temperature," she says.
"See?" Stiles says with some enthusiasm. "I told you guys, it's just a headache."
"Fine, but if you feel like you have a fever go to the nurse," Lydia says.
"Or if you're headache gets worse," Kira chimes in.
"Or if you puke," Scott adds.
The warning bell for first period rings before Stiles could reply. He waves his friends' concern off as he heads to first period.
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Who would have thought that a 4 ½ hour school day would have felt like a forty-eight hour day? Definitely, not Stiles when he told his father and friends that he would power through it. No way would he had been able to make it through a full day. He made it, but barely. However, on his way home he did have to pull over to throw up the little water that that he managed to drink throughout the morning.
"Ahhhh," Stiles moans when he collapses onto his bed. He's just about to nod of when his cell phone rings. Ugh. He wants to ignore it, but he knows that he probably won't get any peace until he talks to whoever is calling him.
"Hello," Stiles' voice croaks.
"Stiles? How you feeling, bud?" His father asks.
"Been better," Stiles answers honestly as he flips onto his side. A loud groan exits his lips when a pain of agony pulses from his head to his neck.
"You okay?"
"Yeah, just moved wrong."
"You sure you're okay?"
"Yeah…" Stiles says.
"Do you want me to come home? I was calling to tell you that Riley called out so I was going to work a double. But, I'll ask Parrish to work Riley's shift so I can come home."
"No, Dad. It's fine. I'm just going to sleep it off. I'm okay."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, what are you going to do if you're home? Go through old case files when I'm sleeping? Might as well get the overtime when you can."
His father laughs. "You know me to well."
"I do," Stiles agrees.
"Yeah, so you know to call me if you get worse."
"I do,"
"Okay, I'll let you get some rest, kiddo."
"Bye, Dad."
"Bye, Stiles."
After ending the call Stiles tosses his phone on his night stand. Hopefully, now that he talked to his father and his friends told him to get some rest, he should be able to get some hours of undisturbed sleep in. And then hopefully he can get rid of this damn headache.
I already have this story planned out, so I hope to have chapter two up fairly quickly. I hope you guys have enjoyed what I have so far!
