Stiles sighed as he walked with Scott down the sidewalk.
"What?" Scott asked.
"What do you mean, what?"
"I mean what's that sigh?"
Stiles sighed again. "It's just…I don't know if this is a good idea."
Scott looked at Stiles. "You brought me here."
Stiles nodded. "I know, but I don't think I can go in there, ok? I really think Lydia will be giving me a chance. I don't want to screw this up."
Scott nodded. "Let's hang out. Get a drink and be done with the night. Just one night with no supernatural, no Allison, and no Lydia. Just me and my bro."
Stiles nodded. "Alright. But I'm designated driver."
Scott turned to him. "Dude, whether we like it or not, we're both designated drivers."
Stiles laughed as they walked into the house.
A couple of drinks and an hour later, Stiles pulled Scott out of the party by his ear.
"Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow." Scott whined.
"You are the most ridiculous person ever, dumbass." Stiles scolded.
Scott pushed Stiles away and held his ear.
"Ow, What the fuck, dude?"
Stiles slapped him. "Seventeen. We are freaking seventeen and you wanted to try drugs."
Scott shrugged his shoulders. "Dude, some weed won't hurt."
"WEED IS GREEN DUMBASS! YOU WENT FOR COKE!" Stiles slapped Scott again.
"You guys were doing drugs?" A voice said.
They both turned to see Lydia and Allison in front of their car.
Stiles held Scott's ear again. "Nope. Almost. Dumbass went for coke when he thought it was weed."
Allison laughed. "Weed's green, dumbass."
Stiles slapped Scott again.
"Would you stop doing that?" Scott asked while pushing Stiles away.
Stiles then looked to Lydia. "How are you?"
"Good. But we'll talk later. Right now, important stuff."
Stiles slapped his forehead. "Stuff meaning supernatural." He then looked up at the sky. "One night. We just want one night. Jackass."
Lydia raised an eyebrow. "You're calling God a jackass?"
"Eh, we have a love hate relationship." Stiles said making them all laugh.
"Anyway," Allison started, "we're here for this."
Allison showed them the pattern on their wrists.
Stiles sighed and then they heard a scream. He looked at Scott. "Is that…"
Scott nodded. "Heather."
Stiles looked to Lydia. "Call 911, get them to the house." He then looked to Allison. "Go inside, tell everyone cops are on their way. Scott let's go."
Stiles and Scott broke out into a sprint and ran through the backyards following the scent of Heather. Stiles was remarkably faster then Scott, but they both lost the scent in the middle of the woods.
"Have anything?" Stiles asked.
"Nope." Scott sighed.
Stiles looked at Scott before they both knew that something is coming again to this god-forsaken town.
The next day, Stiles decided something after his run and told his dad. "The jeep's out of commission for now. I'm going to leave it in the garage. Taking the bike for sometime now."
The Sheriff looked at Stiles. "Everything, ok?"
Stiles nodded. "Yeah, just want to ride the bike more."
He couldn't tell his father that they needed more money than they can afford to fix the jeep.
He said goodbye to his father before heading to school.
"I don't see anything." Derek said as he looked at the hands of Allison and Lydia.
"Look again." Stiles said.
"I don't see how bruises will help me find Boyd and Erica." Derek said.
"Us." Stiles said making everyone look at him. "We all are trying to help. So stop the bullshit, and look closer."
"It's the same. Exactly on both sides." Scott pleaded.
"It's nothing." Derek said.
"Pareidolia. Seeing patterns that aren't there." Lydia stated.
Stiles looked at Scott who in turn looked at Derek.
"It's a subset of apophenia." Lydia added.
"They are trying to help." Scott said.
"These two." Derek pointed out. "This one, who used me to resurrect my psychotic uncle, thank you, and this one, who shot about 30 arrows into me and my pack."
"Derek!" Stiles yelled. "Get over yourself."
"Oh yeah? Get over the one who even got you kidnapped and turned?" Derek pointed out.
"YES!" Stiles screamed. "She did that. Let's not forget you promising Scott a cure but killing Peter just to become the Alpha you are today. So yeah, get over it. You want to find them; you need to start looking from all the angles. Problem solving 101."
"My mother died." Allison said.
Stiles sighed and hung his head. Allison shouldn't have said anything.
He heard Derek and Allison argue back and forth before he just got up and got his backpack. He walked to the door and had his hand on the handle before turning back and facing them.
"The more time we waste, the less time we have to save them. Get that into your heads."
Stiles walked out into the hallway and head to class.
He sat down and waited for Coach to call some bullshit on today's lesson.
Stiles barely paid attention to Coach's lesson. He just sat there looking into space until he something coming at him. He caught it with his hand while looking the other way. When he opened his fist, he saw a quarter.
"Stilinski. Risk? Reward? Or choose not to play?"
Stiles saw the cup. "Risk."
"All right. There's our gambling man. Come up here."
Stiles got up and was ready to throw the quarter when he heard his father. He looked up to see him standing with his deputies. He sighed and walked, not before flipping the quarter behind his back and hearing it land perfectly in the cup. He turned around and winked at Coach.
"First, I get a better McCall and now a better Stilinski. My day just keeps getting better and better. Ok. Who's next? Greenberg put your hand down. You don't have a chance."
Stiles was questioned by his dad since he was the last one to see Heather.
"She invited me to the party. I went. Scott was there. She took me downstairs to get a bottle of wine, but wanted something else. I told her I don't like her like that and I cant do that and then went back upstairs. I was with Scott the rest of the nigh. Has nobody really seen her since last night?"
"Yeah. Put an APB on her, but no responses."
Stiles shook his head. "Let me know if there is anything else I can do."
The Sheriff nodded.
Stiles went to the library. He needed to calm himself down and couldn't punch something, so some research on the supernatural could help.
He entered to find Allison researching on that symbol. He then saw the coffee cup and got an idea. He sat in front of her.
"What if it's not a symbol?" Stiles asked.
Allison though for a moment. "A logo."
Stiles nodded and then looked up to see Lydia flirting with a twin. He sighed and looked back at Allison.
"She cares about you, you know?" Allison said.
"Has a funny way of showing it." Stiles told her.
"She may not show it now, but she really likes you Stiles."
Stiles shook his head. "I lost a lot of things in my life to time. The only constant was Lydia. But ever since I'm at peace with my mom's death…I don't now. I don't think I could handle another heartbreak."
Stiles looked again to the way Lydia's twirling her hair in her finger.
"Let me know what you find. I'll try to help."
Allison nodded. "Stiles."
Stiles turned to her. "I'm really sorry about what I did. If I could change it, I would. I was just so bent up on revenge and the loss of my mother, that I wasn't thinking clearly. I'm going to make it up to you and everyone. I'm sorry."
Stiles looked at her. "You know, that's the most honest thing I've ever heard you say. I believe you Allison. Oh and don't worry about Derek. Sour wolf's always in a bad mood."
Allison laughed and Stiles smiled as he left. Lydia saw him leaving the library and walked back to the table.
"Stiles was here?"
Allison nodded.
"You didn't tell me?"
"You were busy." Allison said.
Lydia sighed. "He saw didn't he?"
Allison nodded. "Like I said before. He's a better man than Scott. And you're hurting him."
Lydia nodded as she got back to her work. If only she could stop being her bitchy self then maybe she could stop hurting the one person who loves her.
Stiles parked his bike in front of Deaton's office and went in. Isaac was in a towel and Scott was just saying that Isaac said Erica's dead.
"What?" Stiles asked. "No. She can't be."
"You're right. She can't be." Derek said. "We get them out tonight."
Stiles nodded. "Alright. When and where?"
"Not you. You need to be in chains. It's the full moon."
Stiles sighed and looked at Scott. "I'm gonna see if there is a way into the vault. Maybe find the blueprints and come up with a plan. Keep me in the loop."
Scott nodded and Stiles got back on his bike. He headed home. He could get a good start on the blueprints. He'd stay up all night if he could.
He got home and sat in front of the computer. He started researching until six hours later at midnight, Lydia texted him.
I'm sorry.
Stiles looked at the text and replied.
For what? You said you needed time.
He immediately got a response.
I meant it when I said I wasn't thinking about anyone else. I don't know what happened, but it will not again.
Stiles looked at his phone. Maybe he needed to tell her everything and then she'll make her choice.
I like you Lydia. I made that perfectly clear. I know what you have been through. And I will support you just like I have always. But I just came to terms with my mom's death nine years ago and I found some sort of peace. I want to be with you, but I can't have my heartbroken anymore. Both emotionally and physically. I'm not sure I can pick up the broken pieces again.
He doesn't get a response after that.
Instead, he gets Lydia Martin standing outside his freaking bedroom door 15 minutes later.
"Stilinski. Open up."
Stiles opened the door in confusion and the next thing he knew was Lydia's lips on his. She pushed him back to his bed and made him sit while standing in between his legs. She didn't even give him a chance to breath until he had to separate and gasp for air.
"What was that?" He gasped.
Lydia smiled. "That would be me kissing my boyfriend."
Stiles smiled. "Are you sure about this?"
Lydia nodded. "Haven't more sure of anything in my life."
Stiles nodded but stopped Lydia from kissing him again. "I need your help."
The two spent the night looking for answers while Scott was discussing with Derek what the next step was after that.
The Sheriff opened the door to see Lydia asleep on the bed with her head towards the desk and Stiles on the chair.
"Kids!"
Both woke up with a start.
"Get ready for school."
Stiles nodded and looked over to Lydia. "Give me ten minutes and I'll be ready."
Stiles quickly ran into the bathroom, showered, changed, brushed his teeth, and got into his room in record-breaking time.
Lydia was still in his room. She stopped him. "Can I borrow a shirt for today? I can get ready here."
Stiles smiled and nodded, He gave her a plaid button up shirt and she went and got ready. When she was done, he saw her in his shirt, blue jeans that shaped her curves, and brown boots.
"God damn, you are beautiful."
Lydia smiled and put her hair in a messy bun. She quickly kissed Stiles and they went to school on his motorcycle.
It had been a quiet few days. If by quiet you mean finding out Erica died, Derek's sister came to town, and they now have ritual sacrifices.
Stiles thought an evening running would clear his head. He got to the locker room and started changing. When Coach was giving his lecture about being fat asses, he looked at Stiles.
"Stilinski. When did you grow?"
Stiles looked at Coach. "Get a farm. You'll understand in an hour."
Coach left. "You know, Stiles," Danny started, "Lydia might take you up on that offer."
Stiles spit the water that he was drinking out. "How did you know?"
"Dude. She tells me everything."
Stiles smiled and looked at Scott and Isaac who were questioning him.
They all walked outside for practice. "We just started something. Don't want to tell too much."
Before Scott could say anything, Isaac ran after the twins. Stiles knew why and followed him with Scott by his side. They found the twins holding Isaac.
"Ethan. I always forget. How many bones in the human body?"
"I don't know. Let's count."
Scott and Stiles sprinted off to them. Scott punched Ethan in his jaw. "That's one."
Stiles punched Aiden in his jaw. Aiden recovered and swung, but Stiles ducked and broke his arm making his elbow bend inward.
"That's three, bitch."
Ethan and Aiden were mad. Ethan shifted brought his claws and fangs out first. Scott, Isaac, and Aiden followed. Stiles shifted for the first time in front of Scott and Isaac and they saw the twins back up from him. They looked to Stiles to see fangs kind of like theirs only two like saber tooth teeth hanging out of his mouth. His eyes were silver and claws three times the size of theirs.
"I have been wanting to hit you forever." Stiles growled.
A scream cut them all out of their trance. They all ran back to find the kid Scott was talking about wrapped to a tree by a thread around his neck.
While Isaac and Scott were arguing, Stiles looked at the twins. They seemed scared and backed away from the scene.
"They look scared. I'm telling you it's not them." Stiles said.
"Nah, Scott what do you think?" Isaac asked.
"He has a point. Seriously, human sacrifices?" Scott asked Stiles.
"Scott. My eyes glow into silver glow sticks. I have white and orange hair that appears and then immediately disappears. And if I stab Isaac in his balls right now, it would immediately heal, but you're telling me you have trouble believing in human sacrifices."
Scott looked at Isaac. "He has a point too."
Isaac wasn't listening. "I don't care. They killed that kid. They killed the girl that saved me. The killed your friend. Why do I feel like you don't care?"
Stiles blinked before he noticed he backed Isaac into a tree and picked him up by his neck.
"Don't care? Let me tell you something. There's a pattern. Ok? Virgins are just a part of this. I am scared that one of you or worse, Lydia, will be the next of this. So don't tell me I don't care."
Isaac was struggling against Stiles's hold. Scott looked at the Alpha twins notice Stiles and begin talking.
"I believe that we need to kill them. But I don't believe that they killed these people. Now do us all a favor and calm down before you get yourself killed." Stiles said before dropping Isaac.
Stiles went to class and tried to map out a pattern for these murders. After class, he noticed Aiden talking to Lydia. Lydia was politely turning him down, but Aiden didn't notice Stiles walking up behind him. Scott and Isaac were about to intervene when they saw him, but Aiden already turned around and walked into Stiles. Stiles was an inch shorter than Aiden, but he looked right into his eyes.
"You know, I heard about a pack, down in Colorado. There were these two betas who were at the bottom of the food chain. They were kicked around, tortured, basically ordered around like dogs." Stiles started.
Scott and Isaac could see Aiden tense up.
"But then, somehow, these two betas survived an attack on the pack. Their Alpha died because of these betas. Because these betas were the ones who attacked."
Scott and Isaac saw Aiden ball his hands into fists.
"And now they are Alphas. They came to Beacon Hills. But they are forgetting that Beacon Hills has never been under a cruel person's rule. Do you know the moral of the story? Go on."
Aiden gritted out. "What?"
Stiles leant closer to him and whispered in his ear. "Bitches stay bitches."
He smiled as he leant back and walked away to Scott and Isaac.
"What was that?" Isaac asked.
Stiles smiled. "They're trying to get into our heads. Now, I'm in his."
Isaac laughed. "You're good Stilinski."
Stiles laughed and looked at them. "I need to talk to Derek. Will you guys keep an eye on Lydia, please? I trust her, but she can't fight them."
They both nodded and Stiles got onto his bike and rode to Derek's loft. He needed to find out more about who he was, and what better source than one whose family lived through it all.
Stiles opened the loft door to find Derek on the ground with a pole in his hands. A huge guy turned to Stiles and Stiles went into attack mode. He quickly dodged the attacks and got onto the guy's back. It was a quick move. Two steps onto his back and two hands on either side of his face and a quick snapping motion. The alpha fell to the ground and wouldn't be able to heal for another hour.
He turned to the woman with a pole through Derek's body.
"I don't know who you are, but I promise you I will kill him s-"
"Oh please." Stiles interrupted the woman. He walked around her and leant back against the table and looked at the blind guy and woman.
"You know, I never liked Derek. Too much of a sour wolf. Always complaining about not having enough power. Getting the power and now trying to bitch about a hunter. So go ahead. Kill him. But just remember this, the second you kill him, I will attack. Now, I don't know if you know what a were-tiger is, but if you kill him, you'll just find out."
Stiles stayed near the desk. "I also think you need a manicure. If not, you must be some freaky whore in bed."
The woman was about to attack, but the blind guy stopped her.
"You must forgive Kali. She always acts, never thinks."
"What's up, Duke?" Stiles said irritatingly. "What do you want with Derek?"
"I want him to kill his pack and join."
Stiles looked at him. "You know, a couple of months ago, I would agree with you."
Derek looked at Stiles.
"He had this insane bitch, tortured child, and a big ass black guy as a pack. Those three made our lives a living hell."
Stiles started walking to Cora. "But we had grown to like them. They became our family. Not our pack, but family. And I would have supported you if you did not kill one of them. Erica, the insane bitch. She was my friend.
But don't worry Duke. I know all about you. Alpha of the alphas. Apex of the apex. Demon Wolf. So trust me when I saw that you're known. But they are not interested. So take my advice and tell your whore to let go. Or I promise you, I'll show you who's the real demon."
Deucalion nodded and Kali took out the pole from Derek.
"We will be back Derek." Deucalion said while leaving.
Cora ran to Derek. Deucalion walked out with Kali and Ennis. Stiles looked back to Derek.
"You ok?"
Derek nodded. Stiles looked at Cora. "You?"
She nodded as well.
"What were you doing here?"
"I was looking for answers, but forget about them. Cora, take care of Derek. I'm going to follow them."
Stiles left and got onto his bike. He sense of smell allowed him to track them to the school. Stiles ran in and found Scott and Isaac being thrown away by the huge Alpha.
Stiles was about to attack when Deucalion stepped in and pretty much scolded the twins. They walked away with Stiles walking to Scott and Deucalion.
"Who the hell was that?" Isaac asked as Stiles pulled him onto his feet.
"That my friend is Deucalion."
Stiles helped Scott and Isaac before heading home to find his favorite strawberry blond on his bed sitting crisscrossed in her professional style skirt.
"Do you know what you in a skirt does to me?" Stiles asked.
"Do you know what you saving everyone does to me?" Lydia asked.
Stiles quirked an eyebrow in confusion.
"I don't mean just now. I mean since last year. I noticed you are the one that saves everyone. I also noticed that you spoke to an Alpha today."
Stiles chuckled and stepped closer to Lydia. "Well I can't exactly have him tutor you. You know, with your 170 IQ and hunk of a boyfriend who will kick his ass."
Lydia smiled. "I wanted to give you something."
She went to her bag and brought out a velvet box.
"Whoa, Lyds. I'm supposed to ask you to marry me."
Lydia laughed. "Shut up dork. Open it."
Stiles opened it to find a key.
"It's a key to my house. I spoke to my mother about this and she was ok with it because she likes you. This isn't for booty calls or anything like that, although I wouldn't mind. It's for you. You've been through so many things like losing your mother, getting bit, almost losing me…but this is to show that no matter what I will be here for you. I am not only your girlfriend, but also your rock. I'll be here to support you all the way."
Stiles smiled and kissed her. He picked her up and spun her around. "Yes, I'll take your key."
Lydia changed into Stiles's oversized shirt and got in the bed with him. Stiles fell asleep holding onto his dream girl. It was the most peaceful sleep of his night. His dad came in to wish him, but saw the two together. He smiled, turned off the light and closed the door. He'd have the talk with him later anyway.
