Previously under the name 'And Then There Were Two', and now it's not.
Set between 3A and 3B, so spoilers. Set in summer vacation after Stiles, Scott & Allison sacrifice themselves to the nemeton. Stiles accidentally sets a series of events into motion, which results in him finding a female clone of himself in his bed.
Later chapters will involve Sterek, light Derek/OC mostly to make way for Sterek, OC/Isaac, and most likely implied Scott/Allison, Lydia/Aiden.
Enjoyyy. xoxoQuinn
Don't Set a Fairy Loose in Beacon Hills
Chapter 1. No One's Home
The brakes of Stiles' jeep shrieked as he pulled into his driveway; he groaned and shifted it into park, smacking the steering wheel with a curse, clicking off the key. The engine spluttered at him and died, he glared at it through the windshield, wondering how much the heap of junk would get him if he sold it for scrap metal. He slumped in the driver's seat and sighed, looking up at the dark house.
His dad's sister had gotten sick, a brain tumor or something; he'd taken the whole summer off work to fly to Seattle and take care of her. He hadn't been a huge fan of leaving Stiles behind for so long but he didn't have to worry about him skipping school at least. He left after making him swear not to have any girls over (way to rub in his crushing virginity, Dad) or throw any parties. He still texted him five times a day and skyped a few times a week, but it was surprisingly lonely without having him home to sneak out around or make clumsy excuses about his whereabouts to.
He got out of the jeep, yanking his backpack off the passenger seat; slamming the door shut as he didn't have to be mindful of his father's odd sleeping hours and tiptoe all hours of the day and night. He wondered idly where the hell Scott had been lately, scoffing to himself as he made his way up to the front door, he knew he was probably still wrapped up in the Isaac/Allison/Mr. Argent cycle of never-ending drama. Since school had ended he'd barely seen anyone, seemed like no one gave a crap about him unless some sort of cataclysmic evil force was threatening the town.
He let himself into the entryway and swung the door shut behind him, dropping his bag full of books from the library in a pile with his shoes and coat. He didn't bother turning on any lights, winding his way to the kitchen by heart in the dark til he reached the fridge, blinking at the sudden light as he opened the door. He unscrewed the cap on the orange juice and drank deeply from the mouth of it, the silence of the house pressing and uncomfortable.
Stiles had a brain in perpetual overdrive and a motormouth, he was going out of his mind without someone to talk to. He replaced the juice and shut the fridge, rubbing at his neck as he wandered towards the staircase. He'd spent the entire day poring over every book on lycanthropy he could get his hands on, trying to find any information he could on the natures of alphas and betas; trying to gain a better understanding of the Scott's situation. He'd spent a little time researching druids as well, although there was so much information and in so many different languages, it was difficult to sift through.
His feet were dragging as he pulled himself up the stairs by the railing, he was beyond exhausted. He'd been tossing and turning at night again, he barely ever got any sleep; but on the plus side the worse his insomnia got, the more work he got accomplished. Lydia may have her visions and powers and read in Latin, but once Stiles popped a few adderall he'd super-focus for hours on end and make huge breakthroughs. He was like a research wizard.
He bumped his knee into a table down the hall from his room, his first mishap in his near-blind navigation of his pitch black house, he glared at the offensive piece of furniture in the gloom. He passed his father's door, slightly leaned inward, suppressing the inane urge to pause by it and check if he was there. God, he could be so needy sometimes, he embarrassed himself.
He opened his door and shut it behind him out of habit; shucking his button down plaid shirt and kicking his pants in the corner, eagerly anticipating the fluffiness of his pillow. Maybe tonight he'd be tired enough to sleep. He sniffed his t shirt to make sure it wasn't too rank to go to bed in, pulling it on and shuffling over to plop down on his mattress with a yawn.
He froze in place; his hand on something warm and soft. He'd meant to put his hands back on the mattress as he sat, but his left hand had met resistance, and yep, now whatever was beneath it was moving. Very slightly, but still moving.
He snatched his hand back and fell off the bed to the floor, scrambling away from it like it was on fire, pulling himself up by the edge of the desk and fumbling to turn on his lamp.
Light washed over the room and Stiles' mouth fell open, eyes widening in shock and alarm.
There was a girl in his bed.
End Chapter 1.
Keepin the intro short n sweet, but sometimes I have trouble keeping chapter lengths consistent.. This one'll be two pages and the next chapter might be 12 -_- I'll try to keep things within the realm of reason. Hit me up with ideas/feedback.
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