Stiles ran into the hunter's headquarters as quietly as he could with Lydia right in his heels. They had to find the weapon. They were on a mission so to speak, instigated by Derek and Scott. The only issue was that the building where the weapon was held, was riddled with wolfsbane, hence why the only human people of the pack was now on a crazy mission, that could only go wrong.
"Stiles, I don't think there's anyone here" Lydia said, reaching up to bunch her fist in his shirt sleeve.
Derek and Scott had been tasked with luring as many guards out as possible, and by the looks of it, they had succeeded in luring almost everyone out. Almost.
Rounding a corner, Stiles heard some men talking.
"I think there's just a few left" he whispered.
"Should I scream?" the banshee asked, but Stiles just held up his hand to silence her.
He looked around, trying to figure out a plan.
"Not yet, let's just think about this. That room is the only room that has guards. Meaning that's where the weapon is, right?" Lydia nodded.
"okay...okay…" Stiles looked around in a hurried matter.
He looked back at Lydia.
"You know what…yeah…scream. I'll run in and grab it while you keep the guards in check, okay?"
"Okay" Lydia looked up at him with her doe-like eyes and took in a deep breath.
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I sat in the corner of my cell. I felt dizzy today, but I didn't really care. This was just everyday now. I woke up, I ate (but only sometimes), I slept some more. Ever since Klink died, I had had nothing to do. No books to read. Nothing new to learn. But today was going to be different, and I was about to find out.
I had heard some of the guards rushing past my cell door earlier, and I gathered that trouble was on its way.
Suddenly a loud gut-wrenching scream from a woman was heard and I felt my heart stop for a second. Not even seconds later, the cell door sprung open, and a teenage boy entered my cell. I shot up from my corner and pressed my body against the wall, frightened. He looked at me and his expression turned confused.
"Wha-…Who- "
"Please don't hurt me," was all I could get out in a tiny voice.
He scrunched his brows, moved a little closer with his hands now in front of him as if I was an animal he wanted to calm down, and said: "No, I'm – we're not here to hurt you…"
He came closer and I pressed more firmly into the wall, willing tears to go away.
"We're looking for something called the sana-weapon…do…do you know what that is?" The boy asked while taking a step forward.
I didn't answer, I just looked at him. He was the first boy I had ever seen around my age, and just as I opened my mouth slightly, a teenage girl came rushing in, kind of like the boy had done.
"Stiles, what's taking- "She stopped, staring at me, mouth agape, but then continued: "It's…a girl?"
The boy now known as Stiles shifted his gaze to the girl, "Yeah…but I don't know if she's…it"
I looked at both of them and shifted my weight, so I could move further away from them.
"What do you want?" I asked.
They sent each other a look.
"We're here to save you," said the girl, and smiled a small reassuring smile.
The escape from my cell, I only remember in bits. I was rushed out by the girl and saw the guards lying on the floor. We got out of the building in the dark and entered a car waiting there for us. A woman with shortish dark blond hair sat behind the wheel. I remember her asking who the hell I was and where the weapon was. To this Stiles had just sent her a pointed look, as if to tell her to shut up, and asked her to drive. During the drive my exhaustion took over, despite me fighting to stay awake, and within a few minutes I was asleep.
I woke up what the car came to a halt. I flinched and immediately opened my eyes.
Stiles was looking at me from the front passengers' seat and sent me a small smile. We were in front of a clinic of some sort, and the others started opening the doors, getting out.
Stiles opened mine and held out his hand for me to take. I hesitated, but thought, no matter what they want, it can't be worse than the hunters.
"Don't worry, you're safe now." He said. There was something in the way he said it, that made me relax a bit more. I realized that I started believing him.
We entered the clinic, and I saw anatomy posters of animals everywhere.
"In here," the girl who'd driven the car pointed to a room.
The room turned out to be an examination room, and now there were more people. I stopped in my tracks and hid a little behind Stiles. There were three men in the room. One wearing a lab coat, the others normal clothes.
"It's a girl," said one of the men.
"Well…yeah, Derek it is…" Stiles said starting to sound annoyed about the fact that that was the only thing people could say.
I was placed on the slab and the man in the lab coat, Dr Deaton, started examining me while the others discussed heavily. When he was done with my eyes and throat, he turned around and told the others in the room, that he was now going to examine my chest and lungs, meaning they should all leave as he had to undress me.
The girl called Lydia, said that she and Malia should go and get me some clothes to wear and left. The boys went to the lobby and waited there. I looked down at my dress. It was the only one I had, and it was dirty. It used to be a light blue dress, but with no actual detail to it. I had seen it once in one of the books Klink brought me, and she'd told me that it was the kind of dress that one would wear when hospitalized. Deaton opened the dress by the ties it had on the sides.
He walked around me and took a look at my naked back. The scars were endless in both size and numbers.
"How did you acquire these?" he asked in a soft voice.
"The hunters made them…"
He sent me a sympathetic smile and continued.
"What were they made with?"
"Blades mostly. Something sharp. Anything really."
I didn't understand the sympathetic look he sent me.
"I'm just going to clean them, and I think a few of them needs stitching. Would that be okay with you?"
I could tell he was being really careful. It was a nice change.
I nodded.
It took a while for him to finish, because he was being as gentle as possible. I hardly felt it as he gave me some sort of injection. He held my dress up to my chest and told me he was just going to go get my clothes from the girls. I covered myself with the dress as he left. I wondered what was going to happen to me now. A tiny part of me wished that I hadn't been saved, because now everything was so unsure and foreign to me.
Deaton came back with a pile of clothes, and I started putting it on. The comfort it gave me was almost enough to make me cry. The grey knitted sweater was thick and comfy, and the leggings stretchy and warm.
I walked out and into the lobby. Lydia gave me a bag and said that she had a lot of spare clothes I could have.
The others were silent and all but the one called Derek were smiling at me.
"What happens now?" I asked.
Their smiles faltered a bit as they sent looks around to each other.
"Uhm…yeah… I mean…you can stay with me?" Stiles said.
And that's how I ended up staying with Stiles and his dad.
Malia told me later on that she had stayed there too once, but now she lived with Lydia. Both Stiles and Scott only had one parent, and no guestrooms, but we managed.
We entered the house and I came in behind Stiles.
"Dad?" he yelled out.
A few moments later a man came down the stairs.
"Hey Stiles… oh, who's this?" he asked.
Stiles turned to look at me, and then said "Ehm…long story…but she's going to live with us." He looked at his dad in a way where I knew the last statement wasn't really a statement but more like a question.
"Oh, is she now," His dad said, lifting an eyebrow and sending Stiles a strict look. Stiles didn't say anything, he just smiled and sent his dad a pleading look.
With a sigh and a small smile, his dad shook his head and held out his hand to me.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Noah Stilinski. You can just call me Noah."
I shook his hand carefully. When I didn't say anything, he tilted his head a little and continued: "What's your name?"
I looked at Stiles, who suddenly looked taken aback.
"Uhm…I…don't have one?" I said embarrassed. I'd never really thought about it because Klink always just called me 'sweetheart', but no one had ever given me one.
They shared a look and Noah turned to Stiles, saying that he should show me to his room and then come down to talk.
«
I showed her to my room and knew I had a serious explaining to do when I got downstairs again. She stood in my room frozen to the spot.
"Uhm, you can take the bed, and I'll sleep on the sofa downstairs," I said.
She slowly walked over to the bed and let her hand slice across it.
"You okay?" I asked.
She looked up at me and smiled for the first time, although a small one.
"Yeah…I've just never had one…"
"What, a name?" I asked, while taking off my hoodie.
"Well, that too…but I meant a bed."
I stopped.
I realized that the room I had gotten her out of, only had a thin mattress on the floor. I was filled with empathy and didn't know what to say.
"I'll…just go talk to my dad. But I'll be back soon…I promise." I smiled at her, hoping it would sooth whatever she was feeling.
Walking into the living room, my dad was sitting on the sofa, already sending me one of those looks that made me squirm.
"Dad, I know- " I started, only to be interrupted.
"No Stiles, I don't think you do! What the hell were you thinking? Malia was one thing, she at least knew her own bloody name, but this?! Who the hell is this girl, and why on earth don't you know her name?"
I sat down.
"Look, I know this looks crazy, but promise there's a good reason for her being here…"
He waited for me to continue.
"Okay so, I don't really know who she is but– "My dad let out a huge sigh lifting his arms in an exasperated manner.
"Stiles for heavens sake!"
"No, I know, I know! But we saved her from some hunters, and she's some sort of weapon I think, and she has nowhere to go, and she's all alone in the world, so we don't really have a choice! She's supernatural, or at least we think she is, but…" I knew I was rambling, but I hadn't really thought this through.
"Stiles…what the hell is your plan," my dad asked now in a more calmly manner.
I told him I didn't quite know yet. I told him about the mission, and how I had found her.
"So…she's dangerous?" he asked.
"…I don't know…"
"Well, what can she do?" he asked.
I didn't say anything.
"You don't know…" he then said, shaking his head in disbelief.
"No…I know this looks bad, but we have taken her away from everything she's ever known, and we have to help her…right?" I asked, hoping I was winning him over.
He let out another sigh.
"What are we gonna do?"
I knew he was somewhat on board.
"We need do make her exist…so she needs like a social security number and stuff…that way she can like…go to school or get a job or like…you know…exist?" I said.
"And how are we going to get her that Stiles, you know I can't get her that?"
"I know, but maybe Melissa can? She works at a hospital, so maybe she can get her some kind of identity?"
He sent me another look.
"Stiles, that's identity theft!"
"Yeah, but what else can we do?" I asked, hoping he had the answers.
He looked long and hard at me. I knew he was thinking, and that I had somehow convinced him to help this girl.
"I'll call Melissa…but she needs a name, let alone a last name!"
I leapt up from my seat across him and hugged him tightly.
"Thank you, dad!"
"Don't thank me yet, but I'll see what I can do."
I let go of him and started making my way to the stairs, calling back: "I'll find out what she wants her name to be."
Entering the room, she shot up from where she'd been sitting on the bed.
"Don't get up," I said, "I've talked to my dad, and he's going to help us. We just need to find you a name."
She looked at me with knitted brows still standing beside the bed.
"How?"
Okay, I didn't really think of that. A name was just something one was given at birth. It seemed weird to give a young adult a name. I had to fit the personality, but I didn't know her.
I thought for a second.
"When we came looking for you, we were told to look for something called a sana-weapon, right? Why don't we call you Sana?"
She looked like she was considering it.
"Sana?"
"Well…yeah? If you don't like it, we can just choose something else?"
She thought for a second.
"No…It's okay I guess…"
"Okay…Sana it is…how about your last name? Any ideas?"
She slowly sat down on the bed again.
"Well…what's yours?" she asked.
This took me by surprise.
"Ehm…Stilinski…but you can't really…I mean, that would indicate that we were related, cause no one around here is called that but me and my dad so…there would be a lot of explanation if that was your name…like…you're my cousin or something…you know?"
She looked confused…
"Okay you don't…just…pick something else, like…I don't know…Duncan…"
She wrinkled her nose.
"Yeah, that was bad, uhm…I don't know."
I looked around the room and spotted a book. I grabbed it and tossed it to her.
"Try looking in this and see if you get any ideas, and I'll look online"
I spend 15 minutes just saying random last names hoping she like one and feel like that was her name.
"How about Cooper?" I asked.
"Uhm…I don't know…it feels a bit weird" she said.
"Sana Cooper? Yeah, no…how about Sana Davis?" I tried.
"It just…it doesn't feel…familiar…I'm sorry, this is really hard" Sana said, looking down onto her hands.
I got up from my seat and sat down on the bed next to her.
"Hey…it's okay. A lot happened today…and it's like…in the middle of the night, so you must be really tired, but we kinda need to find you a name so you can exist properly."
I hesitated, but then reached over to cover her hand with mine, trying to console her. She only flinched a tiny bit.
"Well…" she began, "Which one do you like?"
She wanted me to choose.
"Well…I like both Wilson and Reed…but I don't know if you feel like they fit?"
"Sana Wilson…I think that's okay…what do you think?" Sana asked.
"It's good…" I said in a low voice, "you should get some sleep now…let me know if you change your mind about the name, okay?"
I went over to my dresser and found a t-shirt for her to sleep in.
"Here, you can sleep in this. Tomorrows Saturday, so we don't have to worry about school yet."
"School?"
"Yeah, I mean…wait…how old are you?" I asked suddenly realizing I had no idea.
"Uhm…I don't know…how old are you?" she looked embarrassed.
I looked at how uncomfortable she was.
"I'm 18…why don't we just say that you're 18 as well then?" I hoped taking control over this one would ease her a bit.
"Okay…"
Once again, she smiled a little bit.
After a moment of weird silence, I said: "you do know that you're safe here now…right?"
She looked at me, her eyes full of hope. I spoke again: "Derek and Scott took care of the hunters…so…no one knows who you are or…like...what you can do."
"I can't tell you!" She blurted out sounding scared.
"Oh, no I…I wasn't going to ask…I mean, I'd like to know if you're like super dangerous and will kill me and my dad while we sleep, but…I mean…I guess you'll tell me when…if you're ready…at some point"
She nodded after a little while, and then smiled again, but this time a bit nervously.
I gave her the t-shirt, said goodnight and went downstairs to sleep on the sofa.
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I was lying in bed saying my name out loud.
"Sana Wilson"
And again.
"Sana Wilson"
It felt so strange to have a name, but that thought was soon consumed by how comfortable I was. The bed smelled warm and safe, and the mattress was comfortable. I could sense the smell of Stiles, and something about him made me feel safe. He showed me the same kindness Klink had, and perhaps that was the reason.
I didn't sleep much that night, other than a few times I'd close my eyes and wake up shortly after because of a new sound I wasn't familiar with.
Around 10 am I heard a knock on the door. I walked over and opened it revealing Stiles on the other side. He smiled, until he saw I was just wearing the t-shirt and my underwear. Then he suddenly looked a bit nervous and avoided looking directly at me.
"Ehm, good morning Sana…I eh…I made breakfast, so…why don't you like, put some clothes on and come down?"
"Okay…I'll be down in a second…" I said, a bit confused by his reaction.
I put on the leggings from last night but kept the t-shirt I'd slept in on and walked down the stairs to find Stiles flailing around in the kitchen with frying pans.
As I sat down, he put more food on the table.
"It looks really nice," I said as he sat down at the table.
"Great! Dig in!"
We ate in silence mostly, but he asked if I have changed my mind about the name over the night. I hadn't.
After breakfast he showed me where the shower was and let me take my time in there. I felt incredibly soothing having the water run down my back and over my scars, some of which were still a little open.
After getting dresses, Stiles said that we had to go to the hospital to see someone called Melissa, about making me exist on paper.
The weekend went by quite fast, and every night I'd sleep in Styles' bed, although I hardly slept. I could tell it was taking its toll on me, and when we reached Monday, I had my first day of school. I was terrified and exhausted. Melissa turned out to be Scott's mom, and she enrolled me at Beacon Hills High School, while Lydia came by on Sunday to teach me a few things about "being a girl" as she said. Being a girl apparently included knowing what to do with my hair and make-up, and to dress "cute". I'd grasped on to enough of it, to not be stared at more than necessarily.
The first day was fine. I had Scott and Stiles with me in English which was my first period, and I surprised them with how well I did. I hadn't exactly told them about Klink and how she had schooled me during my childhood.
During lunchbreak I sat in the cafeteria with the boys.
"Why do I have to go to school again?" I asked, genuinely curious.
"Because, you need to graduate to have a job and like, survive in this world," Stiles answered.
"I know it sucks, but you'll get used to it," Scott said smiling at me.
We sat in silence a bit. I saw how Scott kept glancing over at me.
"So…Sana…what eh…what is it you can do?" He asked, making me freeze.
"Scott!" Stiles exasperated and looked at him like he'd just asked for my bra-size.
"I…I can't…" I didn't know what to say. The hunters always told me that if I anyone else found out, that person would use me for personal gain and would torture me more than they had ever done. They also said that they only did it when I wasn't complying.
"You don't have to answer that Sana," Stiles said, and then turned to Scott.
"She'll say it when she's ready, dude!"
Scott held up his hands in an apologetic way.
"Sorry…"
I was grateful that Stiles had jumped in at my defence, and so I sent him a grateful smile.
We didn't speak of it again.
They days went past like that. School, homework, hanging out with the boys and sometimes Lydia. I didn't talk much to Malia, and I got the feeling that she didn't really like me. I had no idea why however.
Lydia had taken me shopping one day, saying I needed a jacket as it was November and the snow would come soon. She also said I was kind of hopeless, because I refused to wear dresses. But they reminded me of my blue dress and made me feel vulnerable. I instead opted for a few oversize t-shirts, some leggings and jeans. I also liked the vans I found because they reminded me of a pair I knew Stiles had.
I was leaning more and more towards him, as he felt like home in this crazy life I suddenly had. He was kinda my rock. His dad treated me like I was family and I had only been living with them for three weeks.
I contemplated telling Stiles what I could do, but I was too scared that this was all an act, because it all seemed too good to be true.
I had changed a lot over the past weeks. I felt more and more safe every single day and I "came out of my shell" as Stiles called it. I became more and more sure of who I was, discovered interests, likes and dislikes. For instance, I liked watching films, but I disliked the dark.
There was still one mayor issue. I hardly slept at night. I kept having horrifying nightmares, and I just couldn't shake them off. I kept falling asleep in the jeep, when we drove to school and back, and I could tell Stiles and the others were noticing something was up. I even overheard Melissa saying something to Noah about post-traumatic stress and that they should consider talking to me about it. They clammed up when I came down the stairs though.
No one had said anything yet though.
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Driving home, I asked Sana if she wanted to go over to Scott's and play some videogames. I then realized that I hadn't introduced her to videogames yet.
"It's like the films, but you control it yourself," I tried explaining.
I looked fondly at her when she scrunched her nose at what I was saying.
"Why though?" She asked.
I had gotten used to questions like that. Sometimes it felt like hanging out with someone from the past. There were so many things she'd never been introduced to when we first met, and I liked being the one introducing her to all these new things. It actually made me appreciate it more. Just seeing her experience, a film for the first time was incredible. Her eyes had been glued to the screen and she had bundled up in a blanket on the sofa next to me. I even went to make popcorn, but she barely ate any, being too engrossed in the film.
"Well…it's fun?" I said, although it came out as a question. She laughed.
"Are you sure?"
I loved when she laughed. My mind went back to when I had heard it the first time. We were in the living room and had just been talking a bit about school. I got up to go to the bathroom when I slipped and landed behind the sofa out of sight. I think it was the way I hurriedly got up again my arms flailing about, but it could also have been the way my face went red with embarrassment, that made her laugh. Maybe it was a combination. Either way, she tried covering her mouth while laughing, but couldn't hold it in and her laughter made me laugh as well.
"Yeah I'm sure. Just say yes, and I'll show you it's fun," I rolled my eyes.
"Okay…can't wait."
I glanced over at her and saw how she was looking at me smiling.
After a few minutes of silence, I noticed her nodding off like usual. I decided to talk to her about it.
"Hey Sana…you still awake?"
"Mmhh?"
"Are you…sleeping okay at night?"
I knew I was om my way into dangerous territory, but I couldn't keep ignoring the way she looked exhausted and always fell asleep in the car.
She didn't answer at first.
"No…I just…I keep having these really bade dreams…I can't really…explain it."
She looked uncomfortable, just like I knew she would be addressing this.
"Why haven't you said anything?"
I kept my voice soft, so she knew I cared and wasn't annoyed she hadn't said anything.
"I don't know…"
I glanced at her.
"Well…next time just…ask for some help or…like, talk to me…okay?"
Silence.
"…okay…"
We played videogames most of the day and it was just as entertaining to see Sana play games as it was to see her watch films. I caught Scott staring at me with a smile I couldn't define.
"What?" I asked, looking at my best friend.
"Nothing…could you help me get some more snack in the kitchen?"
We were barely there when he turned around and went: "You do realize I can hear heartbeats…right?" I now identified the smile as a little smug.
"Well…yeah? So what?"
He laughed and grabbed some more snacks.
"I think you should be careful with her…"
"What? What do you mean?!" I let him pile things onto my arms.
"Just that, whenever you're looking at her and she turns so you have eye contact, your heartbeat peaks."
"Does not!" I exasperated in a defensive tone.
"It does! I'm not teasing Stiles…just…be careful. We still don't know what she's capable of…okay? That's all I'm saying." He put a hand on my shoulder and gave it a little squeeze.
"I don't like her like that? She's like…a sister…" as soon as I said sister, I regretted it.
"Don't…don't call her that…that's like saying you have the hots for your sister. Gross" Scott wrinkled his nose and walked into the living room again.
I followed, and my eyes instantly went to her.
"Yeah, definitely not a sister…" I said under my breath.
I caught another smug smile from Scott.
A/N - please leave a comment - i would love love LOVE to hear if i should continue this