Hi, so this is my first fanfic that I'm actually posting. I've written a bunch before but never had the courage to post. Other main characters like Allison, Derek, Isaac and Malia will come into the story later on. The main couples in the story will be Stiles and Lydia and Scott and Allison. Sorry for any errors and if this isn't very good. I'm still improving on my writing. Anyways I hope you enjoy and leave me a review if you want. It will help me with future chapters.
15 years ago
8-year-old Stiles Stilinski was sitting on the couch in his living room crying. His lip was bleeding and a dark bruise was beginning to form around his eye. His mother, Claudia, had her arms around him.
"Tell me what happened?" She said.
Those guys were picking on kids. Just 'cause they thought they weren't cool. And they were picking on Scott" Stiles said. "It wasn't right. So I tried to stop him." He said. He buried his face into his mother sweater for comfort.
"I know."
"I guess I wasn't fast enough." Stiles said sniffling.
"No," Claudia said. "You have such a good heart, Stiles. And it's better to have a good heart than fast legs." Stiles nodded at his mother.
"Alright." She said. "Let's get you up to bed." That night Stiles dad was working late so it was just him and his mom. After she put him to bed Stiles laid awake staring at the ceiling and thinking. He wished he was strong like his dad, then he could take the mean kids down.
A few hours later Stiles heard a crash from downstairs. He sat up in bed to see the water from his wish tank rise up into the air. He heard screaming and he quickly rushed downstairs to see what was happening. He got down to the living room to he his mother surrounded by what looked like a blur of red lighting. In the lighting, he saw what looked like a man in a yellow suit circling his mother.
"Mom!" he shouted as he ran over to her trying to think of something to do.
"Stiles run" She screamed. He felt a blur of the wind and all of a sudden he was 5 blocks away. He ran through the streets barefoot as fast as he could trying to get to his house. When he arrived he saw police cars all around and people carrying a stretcher with what looked like a body on it.
"Mom? Dad?" He yelled desperately searching for his parents. His father who was crying was standing by the front door. Stiles ran over to him and leaped into his arms.
"Dad what happened?" He asked. "Where is mom? Did you catch the man in the yellow suit?" Stiles father didn't say anything and in that moment he knew his mother was dead.
Over the years, people had told him he imagined the man in the yellow suit. That what really happened was someone tried to rob the house and his mother got caught in the crossfire. That his little kid brain couldn't handle his mother being murdered so he made up a story in his head to cope. But Stiles knew what he saw, even if no one believed him.
Present Day
John Stilinski looked at his watch. Stiles was late. Well, that wasn't a surprise Stiles was always late even now as an adult. Stilinski looked around the crowded block hoping to catch a glimpse of his son when the captain came up to him.
"Second robbery this week," he said. The were standing in front of the Central City bank at the crime scene of a robbery and a shooting.
"The teller ID'd Clyde Mardon as the shooter," Stilinski said
"What? Oh, geez," The captain said with a groan."The Mardon brothers are back. Didn't we already put those low-lives in prison?
"Yeah, on a 10-20 stretch, which in Central City's warped mess, comes to two years time served."
"What do we got?" The captain asked looking at Stilinski,
"Perps took the bank, shot out the cameras, and as a chaser killed the security guard over there. I got units kicking in doors of all known Mardon brothers associates."
"CSI been over it?" Come on Stiles John thought,
"Uh, no." He quickly responded.
"Where's Stiles?" The captain asked shouting at the other detective at the scene.
"Sorry! Sorry." Stiles said as he pushed passed people on the block. "CSI! CSI! Coming through." He said. When he finally reached the same he was already getting too disapproving looks. One from the captain and one from his father.
"Sorry, I'm late, Captain Singh."
"What was it, this time, Mister Stilinski?" The Captain asked. "Did you forget to set your alarm clock? Before you answer, I should remind you, the excuse you gave last time was bike trouble. Wanna know why that one was particularly memorable?"
"I do not own a bike or a non-broken down car for that matter," Stiles said cringing at the memory.
"He was running an errand for me," Stilinski said doing his best to cover for him. "Stiles, did you get me what I asked for?"
"Yeah. Yeah, I did. I have it right here." He said pulling a half-eaten chocolate bar. "I uh had a few bites of it." Stiles got town onto the ground and examined the tire tracks.
"Getaway car is a Mustang Shelby GT-500. Shelby's have a rear super-wide tire specific to that model. Hmm, there's something else." Stiles said. He got up and took the pen that the captain was using out of his hands. With the pen, he picked up an excrement then transferring it to a plastic bag for later analysis.
"Thanks. Fecal excrement. Animal, I'd guess." Stiles said holding the pen back out the captain.
"My dad gave me that pen. Before he died." He said. Stiles expression dropped immediately.
"Sorry."
"Come on," Lydia said grabbing Stiles by the hand and leading him through the crowd.
She looked beautiful. Her strawberry blonde curls bounced on her shoulders as she walked. Her stunning green eyes seemed to light up the world. Right then and there Stiles decided that it would be the night where he told Lydia he loved her.
"We're gonna be late!" She said as she pushed passed the people in front of her.
"Lyds we'll be fine." He responded.
Stiles had known Lydia for most of his life. They were friends briefly in the third grade right around the time of his mother's death, but their friendship truly blossomed in freshman year of high school.
When his mother died, he and his father moved in with his best friend Scott and Scott's mother Melissa. Scott and Stiles had been friends since the sandbox days and after his mother's death, the doctor suggested he live in an environment with two parental figures. Thus, the McCalls came into the picture.
Now Lydia Martin, the prettiest girl in the third grade, lived right next to Scott. Stiles took an instant liking to her. They had been close friends since the day when Scott and Stiles found her boyfriend, Jackson, abusing her in the locker room during Freshman year. They stepped in and helped. Well, Scott did. Stiles punched Jackson in the face, breaking his nose and earning him a month in detention. Ever since that day, they had been inseparable. Eventually, her friend Kira joined the group. Scott and Kira dated throughout high school until Kira moved away to California halfway through senior year. They tried long distance for a while but then eventually split for good.
Lydia was currently working on getting a Ph.D. in mathematics at Central City College which was one of the best Math schools in the country. She had been accepted into all those fancy schools (like Stanford, Harvard, and even Yale) but she wanted to stay close to her mother who was struggling with a recent divorce.
Scott was studying to be a veterinarian and Stiles was working as a CSI at the Central City Police department. Stiles loved his job, it combined two of his favorite things police work and science.
"So Stiles, how was your trip? Did you find proof of the impossible in Beacon Hills?" Stiles had been sent by his caption to a town called Beacon Hills in California to investigate something. Turns out it was a dead end.
"Actually," Stiles began. "while I was away, I had a chance to think about you know, relationships. And well, I'm not in one, and, you're not in one either, and you're my best friend, Lydia. Well besides Scott." She smiled taking his hand with hers.
"You're mine, too." She said. " Why else would I be here? Well besides the fact that this is awesome!" Lydia, even though she may not look it, was a science nerd just like Stiles.
"Uh, that's not what I meant. What I meant - " He began to say before Lydia cut him off
"I know what you're gonna say, Stiles." She said smiling. Did she? Lydia was smart. Like very smart. Even with an IQ over 170 and a GPA of 4.6 she sometimes couldn't take a hint.
"I'm not sure you do."
"We're kinda like brother and sister, because we're not brother and sister, it can get really weird and awkward to talk to me about girls, but I just want you to know, that it shouldn't be awkward.
There is nothing that I want more than for you to meet the right person that totally loves and adores you for the amazing guy that you are." She did not know what he was going to say. Stiles felt crushed.
"Took the words right out of my mouth." He awkwardly replied.
"Aren't you glad I know you so well?" She said beaming. Now she usually did but not today. "Thank you." Stiles blurted out. He was at a loss for words.
"Shh," Lydia said. "Its starting" Everyone clapped as the owner of S.T.A.R Labs, Harrison Wells, came out and onto the podium.
"My name is Harrison Wells. Tonight, the future begins. The work my team and I will do here will change our understanding of physics. Will bring about advancements in power, advancements in medicine, and trust me that future will be here faster than you think." As he kept talking Stiles got lost in his thoughts. Lydia loved him right? I mean they had kissed before. Yeah, she loved him. Of course, she did. All the little signs. Maybe she just wasn't ready to admit it yet. Yeah That was it
"Lydia," He whispered in her ear. She turned to look at him. "There is something I want to tell you. Well, something I've wanted to tell you for the longest time. I-" And before he could get the words 'I love you' out. Someone ran past them and grabbed Lydia's bag and ran off with it.
Stiles madly chased after him. Running the fastest he had run in the longest time. He cornered the kid in an alleyway. He had nowhere to run
"All right, kid, you don't have to do this, all right?" Stiles said, "Just give me back my friend's bag, and we'll call it even." The kid punched Stiles in the face and knocked him down. A wave of pain rushed through Stiles' jaw. The kind hopped the fence just as Lydia came over.
"Stiles! Are you ok?" she asked while helping him up. " Yeah I'm fine. Just bruised my ego and possibly my jaw." The kid who had gotten stuck on the fence had finally got over it and starting to run down the alley when someone got in front of him.
"Freeze! Police! Or do you want to find out the hard way you're not faster than a bullet?" The man said. As the man stepped out of the shadows Stiles recognized him and groaned.
As the police cuffed the guy who had stolen Lydia's purse and drove off Stiles' dad turned to face them.
"You guys okay?" He asked. John Stilinski was a detective at CCPD. He had been working there for years now and rumor had it that when the captain retired Stilinski would take his place.
"Yeah, we are fine dad." As Stilinski walked off, Lydia nudged Stiles and pointed at the police officer from before.
"Who is that guy, and what is he so proud of?" Lydia asked. The guy was talking with some other people and reenacting the amazing accomplishment he had just achieved. "So, he caught a mugger." She said.
"He's a transfer from Keystone," Stiles said. "Started a few weeks ago. Jordan Parrish."
"Oh, that's Detective Pretty Boy."
"That's what my dad calls him. Says he actually keeps score when it comes to arrests."
"He is pretty, though," Lydia said making Stiles surge with jealousy. Stiles had a bad feeling about this guy. Something was off. And whenever Stiles had a bad feeling about someone it always turned out to be true.
It was late and Stiles was back in his lab. He was running over some samples he had found at the crime scene at work earlier that morning. The tv in his office was playing the local news. The rain pounded on his window. A storm was coming.
"I'm Linda Park, and we're live outside S.T.A.R. Labs, despite the inclement weather which is only going to get worse. The torrential downpour has in no way affected the particle accelerator, which is up and running smoothly according to S.T.A.R. Labs CEO Harrison Wells." Stiles didn't think much of this moment. In fact, he had no idea how much it would affect his life. Right now he was thinking about Lydia Martin. Lydia Martin the beautiful girl he was in love with who didn't love him back or so he thought.
"Wait, we are now being told to evacuate the facility.
The storm may have caused a malfunction to the primary cooling system.
Officials are now trying to shut down the particle accelerator.
But so far have been unable to regain -" Then the tv shut off. Stiles heard a boom sound and looked up and out the window to see an explosion in the middle of the city by S.T.A.R. Labs. His eyes widened as the yellow glow from the explosion started to spread over the city in waves. Immediately all the power went off. Stiles went into the middle of the room grabbing the chain to close the skylight. All of the liquids in the test tubes around the room started to rise. Stiles had only seen this happen once before. The night of his mother's death. As thunder and lightning crashed he looked up at the now closed skylight. All of a sudden a bolt of lightning shattered the skylight window and hit Stiles which sent him flying into the shelves around him. He felt white hot pain then everything was black.
