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"Stiles." someone said, shaking Stiles. "Stiles!" Stiles snapped his eyes open and saw his dad looking at him, worried. "Son, why are you sleeping on the couch?"
"Whu—what time is it?" Stiles asked as he stretched and got up from the couch.
"It's four in the morning."
"Whoa—wait." Stiles turned to the other couch and saw nobody there. "Where's Garret?" his dad held up a note.
"He left a note saying you passed out from the pain killers. He said he's sorry for giving you the wrong kind and he went home when it started to get late." The sheriff looked at Stiles. "Are you alright?" he reached over to feel Stiles' forehead with the back of his hand. "You feel a bit warm. Are you getting sick?"
"Dad, I'm fine. It's nothing." He lightly pushed the hand away as he got up. Stiles stood and saw the room woozy. He held his balance and dragged himself up the stairs. "I'm go'n back to b'd." he slurred out. He yawned. "Night Dad."
"Alright…night bud." he said as he stared at Stiles until he disappeared upstairs.
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Stiles woke up around eleven in the morning. His head felt a bit muggy and his leg still ached. He let out a pitiful groan as he pushed himself up from his bed and sat up. He felt nauseous and saw the room spin a bit. Stiles shut his eyes and tried to calm the queasiness away.
"Fuck, I hope it's not what I think it is." he muttered to himself as he got up and headed towards the bathroom. He opened his medicine cabinet and took the thermometer out and stuck it under his tongue. He trudged downstairs to the kitchen and started boiling him a pot of water. He went over to the cabinet and grabbed a box of therea flu and grabbed a packet out, ripping it and pouring it into a mug. The thermometer beeped and Stiles pulled it out.
99.7°F
"Fuck." he muttered as he set the thermometer down. He turned around and shuts the stove off, pouring the hot water into the mug and set it down. He took a spoon and started mixing the contents. Stiles took the mug and turned around, leaning on the counter and took a sip.
He relaxed and slumped his shoulder. He felt the warm liquid ooze down inside him, warming him up.
Stiles finished the medicine and set the mug in the sink. He headed into the living room and gathered his stuff and spotted the supposed note Garret left last night. He picked it up and read over it. It was pretty much the same as what his dad had told him. When he got to the end of the note he spotted a number. Garret's number.
Stiles grabbed his phone from the table and punched the number in, sending him a text.
Unknown Number: Yo, Stiles here. Sorry about knocking out like that, those maxi streghtd knock me out.
Unknown Number: Strength*
"Stupid auto correct." he said.
Stiles grabbed the rest of his stuff and went upstairs to his room. He set his stuff at his desk and then went back to his bed, crawling under his blanket. He felt his phone vibrate in his hand. Stiles unlocked his phone and checked, seeing a text from Garret.
Garret: It's fine. It was mostly my fault for grabbing the wrong one? Then again you never told me that would happen. :P
Stiles: Oh yeah, blame the sick person.
Garret: You're sick? Are you alright?
Stiles: I'm fine. Just a small fever, probably because of the rain yesterday. Took some medicine so it should be alright.
Garret: Want me to come over? I can make some soup for you. :)
Stiles: Nah, it's fine. I planned on sleeping in anyways.
Garret: Never anything to do on Sundays, huh?
Stiles: Haha, yeah. Uh, I gotta go, see ya tomorrow?
Garret: Yea, see ya.
"Yo, Derek." Stiles turned to the werewolf coming through Stiles' window. Derek looked at him once he came in and froze. He scrunched his eyebrows together and took a whiff of air. "What?" Stiles asked, looking at him.
"It's nothing." Derek seemed to bite his words back. "You think you can find anything on fairies?"
"Fairies? Seriously? What happened?" Stiles got up and headed towards his laptop. Derek shrugs.
"Isaac got captured by them several days ago. When we got him, apparently they weren't aware of the territory being under Hale's again, as they say it. They say they want to negotiate a treaty."
"Whoa, whoa—stop right there. Isaac got captured? How come nobody didn't tell me until now?"
"We didn't need your help, Stiles." Derek said and Stiles just twitched at that. That's just translated as 'we don't need you."
"What do you need to know." Stiles simply said ignoring the pain that escalated in his chest just now.
Derek left as soon as he got the info he wanted and apparently the fairies weren't actually fairies and that they were actually pixies. They had tried to get Derek to negotiate and trick him into giving off his land to them.
It was odd. Derek usually stayed afterwards and talked, hanged out, etc. It wasn't late at all, but he just left.
Without another word.
Much like how Derek was in the beginning.
Well, you are so very fucking welcome Derek. It was thanks to me that you get to keep your precious land.
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As Monday rolled around, Stiles reluctantly got ready for it. Honestly? He already felt like crap so going to school wasn't really going to dampen his mood more. He also wanted to see how Isaac was doing, after hearing what happened to him.
He had skipped his medicine today since he woke up a bit late, though he was glad since he wouldn't be twice as drowsy.
Stiles drove up the parking lot; his usual parking spot was taken. Sure enough he was late for that to happen. Stiles had to drive in the back, far away for an available parking spot. This ultimately sucked because his leg still throbbed a bit. It was difficult to not limp, but he wasn't about to go through school with a limp. No way.
It was hard not to wince as he went up the stairs to the entrance of the school. Stiles was glad that everything seemed to drop, though he did catch several eyes glance at him.
He saw Isaac as well as Boyd and Erica. He called out to Isaac, but they didn't seem to hear him and Stiles knew that something was up.
Werewolves have really good hearing and going on like they didn't hear him? Either something happened or they were ignoring him for some reason. He swiped a quick text at Isaac.
"Stiles!" he heard Garret call out to him. Stiles turned around and saw Garret smiling as he jogged over to him. "Hey, you feeling any better?" he asked.
"Under the weather, I'll live." Stiles said as he opened his locker. His heart jumped up to his throat when he saw the familiar envelope sitting right there.
An envelope he was sure that wasn't there before.
Stiles grabbed the envelope along with a few of his textbooks and closed his locker.
"Is your leg doing any better?"
"Yeah, though this school thing isn't making it heal any faster."
"Why don't you use crutches?" he asked as Stiles turned, heading towards class.
"That would bruise my ego dude, no thanks. It's not that bad."
"You sure are stubborn."
"Yes, yes I am."
Stiles sat in his first period class behind Scott (behind, across, whatever). He was about to ask him if anything was up with those three, but he saw Scott pulled his phone out and laugh at a text. He saw Allison poke him from behind and whispered what he was laughing at. He held in a laugh and whispered something funny Isaac texted him.
Ah.
Ignoring Stiles now are we?
Somehow this was making him feel more Ill.
After class ended, he headed straight for the bathroom and into the stall, locking it behind him. Stiles leaned on the wall as he maneuvered his backpack in front of him and opened his backpack, taking the envelope out. It was only one picture and a note. He took a look at the photo and this one was probably more terrifying than the ones before.
It was a picture of him, completely passed out on the couch.
Stiles tried not to visibly shake. He had hoped the stalker had gone bored and disappeared, but there he was, standing in his living room and snapped a photo of Stiles. He took the note from behind and read it.
"I'm sorry I've been absent with these for such a long time. A few things came up. I decided to visit you and there you were, passed out on the couch. I guess our meeting would have to hold."
Stiles really needed to do something about this problem. He shook his head, not being able to think up of someone who could help him. They were either mad or ignoring him. He still couldn't be able to go to his dad about this.
This whole stalking thing was a bit humiliating and Stiles definitely he didn't want to scare his dad.
Stiles just shoved the contents back into the envelope and stuck it inside his backpack and wedged it all the way toward the bottom.
He needed to do something about this, and quick.
As soon as he puked.
Yea, puking sounded good right now.
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As Stiles progressed through the morning half of his classes, he started feeling worse and worse. It was hard to keep his eyes open and he started to get headaches. Really bad ones. Ones that made him rest in the nurse's office during lunch.
With all the things going on, the stress was weighing on him and he needed to rest and take a breather. He had honestly tried to find and talk to Danny during lunch, but he didn't find him anywhere. He gave up and decided for another day.
Stiles fell asleep once he came in and asked if he could rest there for a while. The nurse nodded and gave him until lunch was over, which wasn't very long. When she came over to call him up, Stiles could barely move at all. He shivered when she gently pulled the covers away from him.
The nurse's face faltered a bit. She frowned as felt Stiles' forehead. It was too warm for it to be under the weather, or so how the boy put it. She heard the door open, seeing the tall boy she frequently saw with Stiles.
"Mr. Garret, is everything alright?"
"I was just checking on Stiles. I didn't see him at lunch at all so I assumed he would be in here." he looked at Stiles, passed out on the bed.
"Can you grab the thermometer on the wall over there, hun?" she asked and pointed at the device hanging from the wall. Garret nodded and went over to grab it, handing it to the nurse. She muttered a thank you before slipping the plastic on it and carefully slipped it under Stiles' tongue.
The nurse cursed as she saw the temperature climb up past 100. It slowed down and finally settled at 103.5.
"He needs to go to the hospital." the nurse said. She went over to the phone and called for an ambulance and instructed it to go to the school.
"It's still climbing up." Garret said as he saw the thermometer go up a little.
"Grab a few ice packs from the freezer and try to cool him off with It." she said quickly as she phoned the front office what happened. The bell rang, but Garret didn't even falter. He went straight toward the fridge and opened up the freezer compartment and took a few packed out. "Looks like you're going to be a little late hun'."
"No, it's fine. I'm more worried about Stiles than classes right now." he said as he closed the fridge door. "Where do I put the ice packs?"
"One on his forehead, and a few around his torso." Garret nodded at her instructions and quickly maneuvered a few up Stiles' shirt, although it was difficult to do so with the many layers of shirts he wore.
"Sorry about this, Stiles, I'll buy you some new ones." he said to the unconscious boy as he practically ripped the shirts.
"…I have scissors…" she said.
"Sorry, but I remember Stiles saying, and I quote, 'I don't do sickness' end quote." he set one under each armpit, and a few down his side. Garret closed his arms together.
The secretary from the front office opened the door.
"The ambulance is just around the corner." she said.
"Good, have someone ready to show them the way he—" the nurse said, but Garret cut her off.
"That'll waste time." He says and un-tucks the sheets from the bed and wraps Stiles around it. He then carefully lifted him up with ease and flinches at how hot his body is. "This is quicker."
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Stiles felt himself being carried as he drifted in and out of consciousness. He was also freezing cold. He tried to shift around so he could get warmer, but the grip tightened around him. Stiles couldn't muster enough strength to fight against it.
Stiles starts to panic when he feels himself being handed off to someone else. The adrenaline from the fear in him gave him enough energy to start struggling. He tried to open his eyes, but the blinding light made it hard to.
"Sti—Stiles! Calm down!"
"So—son calm down. You're in safe hands." a voice tried to calm him.
"Stiles. It's me, Garret. Calm. Down." his voice reassured Stiles and he quit struggling. "You have a high fever, you're in an ambulance right now and we can't leave until we get you to calm down, alright?" Stiles nodded a bit and instinctively held onto Garret's wrist.
He hears a woman sigh. "You're going to have to come with us it seems." she said to Garret.
"It's perfectly fine. I was planning on leaving as soon as you left anyways."
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As soon as they finally reached the hospital, a small group of nurses were waiting just outside the door. They finally manage to knock him out since he was still freaking out.
Garret was just waiting in the…well…waiting room until he heard a huge commotion.
"—is my Son? What happened?"
"Johnathan, calm down. He has a really high fever and they're trying to bring it down. He needs to rest before you can be able to see him." a woman's voice said. Garret gets up from the chair and turns around the corner, seeing the two standing there. The woman refusing to let him through.
"Sheriff?" Garret said. The man turned around and saw Garret.
"Garret? What happened?" he went over to the tall teen.
"We should go and sit down." he said. As the three walk to the waiting room, Garret finally explained to them of what happened and how Stiles had most likely gotten sick.
John got angry when he heard what Jackson had done to Stiles and had made him walk home in the rain.
He felt a twinge of guilt because he took his jeep, but he had honestly thought people were more mature and not misunderstand something, though these types of situations, a lot of people tend to get a lot of misunderstandings.
"Why does he never tell me anything?" John sighed out.
"He doesn't want to worry you." Garret said. John laughed.
"That always does the exact opposite."
"I remember Stiles saying something like 'I don't do sickness.' What did he mean by that?"
"When normal people get sick, all they have to do is take some medicine and rest in, right?" Garret nodded.
"Yea, that's usually how it goes."
"With Stiles, it's different. He gets twice as sick. His immune system is low, so when a virus or a bacteria gets him, it's twice as worse for him than the others."
"Wait, is that why he always wear so much layers of clothes?" Garret asked. He heard the sheriff chuckle.
"Yea."
"Mr. Stilinski?" a voice interrupted their thoughts. They turned to see a doctor with a gentle smile.
"Y-yes, my son? How is he?" John quickly asked.
"Everything is fine now. We gave him an ice bath and his temperature is dropping. If his temperature had climbed any higher, he would've been at risk for brain damage." he said. "You can go see him now."
The three walked down the hall, Melissa leading the way, and finally approached Stiles' room. They could hear shouts coming from the room. Melissa opened it, seeing Stiles all bundled up in a blanket and curled into a ball. There were a few nurses around him trying to get him out.
"Honey, we need to get an I.V. in you. Can you please get out from there?"
"No!"
"Mr. Stilinski."
"Y-you p-put me—no I'm s-sure one of you d-dropped me in the ice b-b-bath and held me in there! I'm f-f-freezing!"
"It was a necessary procedure so we can bring your fever down. We didn't have any other options."
"Please don't make us put you to sleep if you refuse to comply with us."
"Stiles!" his dad called out to him.
"D-dad?" Stiles poked his head from the blankets.
"What are you doing? Get out from under there."
"Stiles, you're going to bring your temperature up and we're going to have to give you another ice bath." Melissa reprimanded him. "Now get out from under there, right now."
Stiles flinched at the tone of her voice. He reluctantly got out from the ball of sheets and maneuvered himself and laid back down, though he refused to get out of the sheets.
"I'll get you a blanket, now get out from the sheets." Melissa sighed. She heard him grumbled and took the sheets off of him. He let the nurse take his hand and insert the I.V. in.
Garret chuckled. "You do pout afterall."
"I don't pout."
"Yes you do."
"Seriously."
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"Alright Mr. Stilinski, you're ready to go!" a cheery nurse came in.
"Finally." Stiles groaned out. "No more hospital food."
Stiles was hospitalized for about three days. The ice bath seemed to have worked in lowering his temperature down and after Melissa had basically reprimanded him, he obeyed her so he could avoid the second ice bath.
And curly fries. She bought him with curly fries.
Mmmm.
Garret visited him every single day and Stiles was thankful for it, as well as the nurses, because he was honestly going to start bugging the nurses.
Nobody from the pack had visited him, which was honestly really hurtful, though there was the possibility of them not knowing or maybe something had come up and they had to focus on the more important matters.
It was fine.
They obviously needed space from the awesome Stiles Stilinski. He remembered asking for his phone, but they told him he needed to rest first. Garret told him that he went and got their bags from school. His was at Stile's house.
Though, weren't werewolves supposed to have heightened senses? A quick visit, a 'Hi Stiles! How are ya?' or 'Get well soon!' or something.
Silence was unnecessary, and he was thankful Garret had been there to keep him company. He always visited right after school, along with extra copies of homework and notes he took for Stiles. He said it was really boring without Stiles there. Garret said he was glad Stiles was getting out of the hospital because he was starting to get lonely without him.
That made Stiles happy.
At least someone missed him.
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It sucked because when he was at the hospital, Garret had to mention his leg injury. It wasn't even an injury! He just…pulled a muscle. That was it, nothing serious.
The nurse just shook her head and started wrapping his lower leg in a bandage. She instructed him to stay off, or at least put less pressure on it, since it was Stiles in all. The nurse then asked Garret to keep a closer eye on Stiles because he tended to not listen.
Garret nodded and said he intended to. He laughed when the nurse said that Stiles worried a lot of people.
Stiles just aggressively sighed.
He has to work a stupid crutch. Goddamn, what shit has Stiles have gone through? Was he accident prone?
No, just plain clumsy.
He can't drive his jeep, or at least his dad won't let him. So either his dad has to take him, or Garret does. Stiles didn't want to bother his dad in taking him, so he opted for Garret to take him instead.
Garret seemed more than happy to do so, which relieved Stiles a bit. He didn't want to bother the guy.
"How long do I have to work with…this." he motioned at the crutch. "I hate these things so much."
"The nurse said about a week should heal your muscle. She said that you nearly tore it with how improper you took care of It." his dad said. "It was either that or three days of complete bed rest and I know you can't do that."
"You're right, I honestly can't." Stiles said as he hopped out of the kitchen chair and placed his dirty plate in the sink.
"I'll get that, I think I heard Garret's truck in the front. You go and be careful alright?" his dad said.
"I will, I will. Bye dad!" he said as he grabbed the crutch and his backpack. Stiles awkwardly went down the steps and went over to the black truck out on the side. Garret was already there, tall, sunglasses and a gentle smile when he saw Stiles. He helped Stiles up the truck and then drove off.
"Anything new at school happen while I was gone?" he asked.
"Not really, real boring. I didn't think it could get any boring but it did." he said. "Did you look over the notes I gave you?"
"Oh, didn't have the chance to yet. I was planning on making copies instead of re-writing them so I can save the future cramp. Dude, do you realize you write a lot?"
"I'm good at taking notes, Stiles." he smiles.
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"Stiles, where were you?" was the first thing Scott asked him in the hall. Garret had disappeared to his locker and Stiles was on his way to first period so he wouldn't be swept up in the crowd. Scott pulled him off to the side.
Was he missed by Scott? Aww he—
"I kept texting you and calling you, but you wouldn't pick up!" he sounded…angry?
"Whoa, Scott, hold on. What are you talking about?"
"Monday afternoon? A whole gang of pixies and fairies decided to have a turf war and we really needed back up. We needed you to make a circle from mountain ash to keep the pixies in so they wouldn't escape." Scott said. "We managed to form a treaty with the fairies and rounded all of them up. It took the entire night."
"Oooh, dude, fire works against forest pixies. I mean, assuming that they are forest pixies since they want Derek's turf in all and his turf is the preserve."
"Stiles, this is serious."
"Yeah, I know that. Which is why you guys should've told me in the first place and this whole thing would've been avoided if you had. Derek only told me a few days ago and didn't tell me anything else. I tried to get in contact with Isaac and ask how he was or the others since he was ignoring me but you guys were ignoring me for some reason I don't know." Stiles almost yelled in Scott's face.
"You're the one that avoided going to meetings in the first place!" Scott retaliated. Stiles eternally winced. Yeah, he did do that. Only pack a fewmeetings. He didn't avoid all of them.
"I didn't go to meetings, but that doesn't exclude me from you guys. If you guys are in trouble, tell me." Stiles said. "Seriously, I told you I had a problem, but you completely brushed it off!" The bell rang and startled them both. Stiles just shook his head and walked, or limped, passed Scott.
As class started, Stiles awkwardly set his crutch down beside his desk and started pulling his note book out and took notes. Garret poked him from beside him. Stiles turned to see him flash a look of concern. Stiles just shook his head and mouthed 'later'. Garret shrugged his shoulders and turned back to where the teacher was writing on the board.
Stiles was starting to think that Scott is nearly blind. That or he doesn't pay attention or…something Stiles can't think of at the moment. Seriously, he's on a darn crutch and Scott just dragged Stiles to the side, not minding his leg at all.
Stiles wanted to beat Scott repeatedly with his crutch for not being an awesome bro.
Do you want to know who the awesome bro right now?
Garret.
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"Something's wrong, whats wrong?" Garret asked Stiles as they left first period.
"Nah, it's nothing. I was supposed to help Scott and a few others with something and they're mad that I couldn't since I was in the hospital."
"…Did they know that you were in the hospital?"
"...No, and I'm not telling them either. I'm just gonna let them figure it out on their own and let them feel really guilty over it."
"What if they don't?"
Stiles looked at him for a moment. "…I don't know." He replied to him. "I'm just glad nobody is looking at me with pity. That's something I don't ever need."
"Nobody wants pity."
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Stiles got a text from Derek asking that he needed to speak to him after school. It was weird, because usually whenever Derek sent a text to everyone in the pack, its important, but when it's a direct text, he doesn't know if it should be something personal or something really important.
He couldn't really get there, with the issue of not having his jeep in all since his dad didn't want him to drive it with his leg, even though it was honestly not that bad (or so he keeps telling himself). Maybe as soon as he got home, he could sneak out in his jeep and drive there, though he wanted to avoid a very worried sheriff…
Stiles weighted the chances on walking there, taking a cab, or driving there and it all just ends up pretty bad. Stiles just sent him a text to see him at his place, since his dad took the keys to the jeep.
Stiles just shoved his phone back into his pocket and walked toward coach Finstock's office so he could give him his doctor's note about his leg. He reached his office and knocked on the door. He heard Finstock grunt, a sign of saying he was in. Stiles walked in, seeing Finstock doing some paperwork.
"Hey Coach, I needed to give you this." Stiles handed his slip to Finstock, who plucked it out of his hand.
"And would this be the reason why you were absent for three days—what the hell did you do to your leg?" he said as soon as he read it. He peered across his desk to take a quick look at his leg.
"I accidentally pulled a muscle the other week and I guess I over worked it and strained it again." Stiles shrugged. "The doctor said to keep on the crutch and let it rest."
"Speaking of—why were you in the hospital?" he looked at Stiles.
"I had a high fever."
"High enough to be hospitalized?"
"Yup."
"Would this be because of you running out in the rain after Jackson dumped his tray on you? Probably how you pulled your leg also." he said. Stiles froze. How did he know?
"Did…you see the whole thing?"
"I saw you running out in the rain, but I didn't see the whole dumping tray thing. This is a high school, Stilinski, people talk."
"Yea…I kind of figured."
"And people also do mean things like lying about certain feelings and then turning your back and betraying it." Oh. Guess everyone knew about the whole Danny thing. "Or other things like dumping trays on other people." He heard the Jackson thing too.
Stiles didn't say anything though. He just stood there.
"I'm not taking any sides here, and I know kids nowadays go too fast in relationships—"
"—I didn't sleep with Garret!" Stiles shouted.
"—as well as seeing things the wrong way." Finstock finished. Stiles closed his mouth. "I know you enough that you're a hell of a loyal friend. Which is why you haven' even reported Jackson's bullying."
"He only dumped his tray on me, he was angry because he thought I hurt Danny." he said. "Jackson is a douche, but he's loyal to his friends too."
"You don't know that he sabotaged your lacrosse locker? And also your locker in school?"
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on there. Both of Stiles' lockers were perfectly clean, spotless.
"Sabota—what are you talking about? There's nothing wrong with my lockers at all."
"Oh, ho, ho, I saw it. Caught him red handed too. It was when you were in the hospital, your buddy, Garret was it? He came real early on one of the days while you were gone and cleaned up your locker. He cleaned up your gym locker too. Jackson sort of gave up."
"Thanks for telling me. I need to go." Stiles said before walking out of Finstock's office.
Just how much did he hurt Danny for Jackson to do this? Seriously, Stiles needed to find Danny and try to explain to him the truth. He also needed to thank Garret for cleaning out his lockers that Jackson had supposedly trashed. It made him wonder how trashed it was, but he assumed not so much since it was perfectly fine when he came back.
So let's see here:
1) Apologize to Danny and try to explain to him it was all a misunderstanding.
2) Thank Garret
3) Talk to Derek about something
Stiles let out a huff of air—oh yea, another thing to add to the list.
4) Deal with Mr. Stalker.
Stiles remembered he couldn't find a trace of anything when he took a look at the notes and photos. No fingerprints whatsoever, no resemblance in signatures what so ever or style of stalking.
Stiles remembered the huge headache from banging his head multiple times on the table from the frustration.
Jesus Christ, his life right now.
Stiles was starting to wonder if Danny had vanished into thin air. He couldn't find him at all and he has the feeling that Jackson or the others are helping him in avoiding Stiles, though this doesn't clear the fact that he hasn't seen him in class either since he came back. He'll just have to put off on apologizing to Danny until he can run into him (or when he can get his address and go to his house personally.)
Stiles headed for his last class of the day a bit late since the talk with the coach was longer than he intended. The teacher just looked at him when he came in a bit late, but didn't call him out for being tardy. He sat down and pulled his notebook out and started scribbling down notes he saw from the board.
He wondered if he should tell the pack about his stalker issue. He honestly thought that problem was done with, but after the resurfacing of the envelopes again, he guessed that this problem needed to be handled, although that reminded him that the pack seemed to be an in a foul mood with Stiles, Jackson especially.
Should he just tell his dad already? He really didn't want to hear his dad yell at him for being a huge idiot and not telling him in the first place because something like this was serious. Stiles imagined all the stuff his dad would do as soon as he found out. It would be either house lockdown/cell lockdown (his dad will definitely go down to that last straw just to protect Stiles).
But that last photo…that last photo. The fucker was in his fucking house when Stiles was asleep. Inches away from Stiles and he didn't even know. Just remembering it sent shivers down his spine and churned his stomach. If the guy had honestly come that close to Stiles, he knew how in danger he already was.
Stiles just wants to know one thing. Why him? Just why him? He had done nothing special to even get attention from someone, nothing special. Stiles was still contemplating if this person was supernatural or not. If he was, a circle of mountain ash would help him. If he wasn't, there was the possibility of Stiles being in danger and the slim chance of the pack helping him wouldn't be able to because of the mountain ash.
Why the hell was everything complicated?
After Garret had dropped Stiles off at his house, he left, needing to run some errands and send money off to some family. Great, because Derek should be up in his room if he knew the werewolf any better. Stiles jammed the key in the lock, opening the door. He came in and ditched the crutch. He leaned it on the side of the wall near the door and toed off his shoes. Stiles bounded upstairs and opened his room, seeing Derek leaning against his wall. He was looking out the window, most likely at Garret's truck, and then directed his attention at Stiles.
Derek's whole posture seemed a bit hostile. His shoulders were tensed, his jaw clenched, fists were curled tightly together, his expression was guarded
"Derek…uh, what's up? You wanted to talk?" Stiles said. He dropped his backpack on the floor beside his door.
"Yea, talk." he simply said. "Let's talk about how you barely even show up for pack meetings anymore."
Oh shit.
"Derek, I can explain…well not really at the moment. Just—I have things to deal with—"
"—things more important than pack?" he asked.
"Yes! Wait—I mean not completely. Just—Derek I'll explain it to you once I've dealt with it."
Stiles knew this was going to happen eventually.
"Please don't do this now." Stiles pleaded
"You can't even tell us what it is. Is this about him?"
"Who—Garret? No! This isn't about him. He's just a friend."
"I can hardly believe that." Derek glared at him.
Stiles groaned. "Wha—there's nothing between me and him."
Derek just shook his head. "I can't believe you anymore Stiles. We can't even trust you anymore." Derek said. "Don't think we need you Stiles. Danny and Lydia can do just as much as research than you."
He knew this moment would come. He just hadn't prepared for it.
"You're out of the pack, Stiles." Derek just looked at him.
"Derek—wait—" Stiles needed to just tell Derek already.
"Quit making excuses, Stiles. Don't bother trying to apologize to Danny either."
"— but Derek!" if only he'll listen.
"Just shut up, Stilinski!" Derek yelled at him. Stiles' whole body flinched at the vicious tone.
But he won't listen. Derek wouldn't shut the hell up and try to let Stiles explain everything. Stiles felt like he couldn't breathe at all. His mouth opened but nothing came out. His voice died in his throat, along with the words that he wanted to spill out.
Just the sheer tone Derek used and the name he referred Stiles to, just called him by his last name like he was nothing.
This misunderstanding was getting blown way out of proportion. Stiles needed to fix everything soon. He couldn't do anything else until he cleared up the misunderstanding with Danny and him. He knew this called for confrontation.
.
.
Stiles called for a cab Saturday morning and headed toward Garret's house. He sighed in relief when he saw his large black truck in the gravel driveway. He paid the taxi driver and walked on toward Garret's front door, ringing it. Garret opened the door; Stiles wondered what he was doing because the guy looked awake. He had some bed hair, and his shirt seemed to be missing.
Garret smiled when he saw Stiles.
"Stiles! What's up?" he motioned for Stiles to come in. Stiles stepped inside the house and saw some light emitting from a room far down the hallway. He glanced only for a moment before turning his attention back on Garret.
"We need to find Danny and clear up this whole misunderstanding." Stiles said quickly. "They still think I turned my back on him and now everyone is pissed at me and holy fuck, I seriously need to clear up this huge fog of misunderstanding like, now." Stiles breathed in harshly.
"…something tells me this can't wait, won't it?" Stiles shook his head.
"I'm sorry if I interrupted something, but it has to be like now. Confrontation like pronto because I don't like where this all headed."
"…sure. Just wait for a bit alright?"
"Yeah, yeah, early morning, take a shower and get ready I'll be right here." He saw Garret nod and walk off back into his room.
Stiles sighed. He hoped this confrontation cleared things up. He's still honestly unaware of how this all went downhill. Stiles took a moment to step back on everything. He hated Garret at first, but that cleared up after he was told Garret was asexual. He just wanted to be friendly. They did homework here and fell asleep. Stiles and Garret both on the couch and both rushed to school, yea okay that did look like they just had sex.
But Jesus fuck, they're werewolves! They should've known that Stiles was telling the truth, and they should've at least smelled it on him or something.
How could something like that throw them all off? He knew by now that the smell shouldn't be that potent. Even Derek noticed when he came about the fairies thing. Stiles noticed his composure and he was sure Derek smelled Garret on him, but Stiles didn't even come into contact with him much that day, only when Garret lifted Stiles for a quick moment and set him on the couch.
Jackson said that he could smell him all over Stiles. That should've been from the honest cuddle sleep they had, but from the way Jackson sneered (though when didn't he) at him. Did the smell stick to him that much?
He was so entirely sure and pissed at how hurt Danny had seemed when he told Danny, he had to dump his entire tray on him and thrash both of his lockers.
Stiles was a bit thankful for having Garret clean both his lock—wait.
Wait.
Wait.
Wait.
Both his lockers.
Garret of course knew Stiles' hall locker, but how did he know the one he used for gym and lacrosse? The coach said he came early to clean them up, but why on earth did he come early in the first place?
Okay, back to Garret being odd again. He said he was asexual, but that still didn't explain his over touchy ness. Like when he just picked Stiles up in the kitchen and set him on the couch without asking or just putting an arm around him or anything common like.
He didn't even ask which medicine he should take for Stiles…he chose the maximum ones. If any other person would have been in that position, they would've asked or felt which had less and took that one. The maximum strength ones were bought on accident and his dad used it from time to time when he accidentally drank too much (and that rarely happened)
Stiles wondered how long he had stayed for the stalker guy to come in and take a picture of him asleep, completely passed out on the couch. He was vulnerable enough right then and there.
A thought came into Stiles' mind. "Nah…that…couldn't be…" he muttered.
Having that picture been produced the same night Garret was over, it seemed too coincidental.
What did the note mean by having things to do?
Things like transferring into another school.
No, no, no.
Things like settling and blending in.
No, that couldn't be.
Stiles shook his head and then spotted Garret's backpack lying on the couch. Stiles turned to see nobody, and decided to unzip the backpack and look in it.
Notebooks, binders, envelops, books, paper—whoa.
Envelope.
Stiles scoffed to himself. It was just a coincidence. People use orange envelopes.
Stiles took the envelope and opened it. He shook the contents out and his heart stuttered, or more like froze. Blood rushed through his ears, pounding along with his heart after the moment of silence it gave out. His breathing hitched.
Inside was a note folded in half.
It couldn't be.
No. Ha, no.
Stiles opened the note slowly and saw the same black handwriting that haunted him for a while now.
Same exact handwriting.
Stiles should've listened to his guts earlier when they told him Garret was a no, no.
His guts were trying to tell him Garret was a bad guy…
That Garret was the stalker.
So the suspicion on Garret having almost identical schedules, his locker being near Stiles, same lunch, It was all his doing. Stiles read the note.
"I'm coming for you soon."
Stiles shoved the contents back into the envelope and snapped his head to look down the hall only to see Garret standing there. Fear began to flood into him as a nervous trickle of sweat glided down from the side of his head and down his cheek.
Stiles yanked the backpack up and threw it at Garret. The contents flew out and Stiles heard him say something but he didn't pay attention. He turned and ran toward the door, yanking it open and dashed outside. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
Stiles ran down the steps and started running into the thick forest. If he ran down the road, it would be easier to catch him. Running into the forest would be better and concealed him more. He reached into his pocket and took out his cell phone, dialing Scott's number.
No answer.
Derek's number—no answer.
Allison—no.
Lydia—no.
Erica—no.
Isaac—no.
Boyd—no.
Danny—no.
Jackson—no.
Why wasn't anyone answering?! If he managed to call Boyd or even Jackson then it should be a given clue that something was terribly wrong.
He ended up calling Peter for godssake—"Hello, Stiles. What brings you this lovely morning calling me?" Holy shit finally!
"Oh, god. You of all people picked up the phone. Listen! I need help—"
"Help?"
"Yes! Yes! Quick summary, creepy stalker for a few months, photos in the frame of my mattress, Gar—" the line cuts off. Stiles looked at his phone, while dodging a few trees and saw he was out of service ranger. Stiles stopped and turned to round another way to get a connection again only running in something hard after he swiveled around another tree.
Stiles looked and saw it was Garret. Stiles tried to shove him away, but Garret had a hard grip on Stiles' wrist. He accidentally dropped his phone on the ground somewhere when he was yanked harshly toward the ground.
Stiles landed on the ground, letting out a rush of air that was forced out of his lungs. Garret managed to grab both of Stiles' wrists into one hand. Stiles saw a flash of something white and holy shit, no, no, no.
Stiles flailed his legs and tried to get Garret from the back of his head, or something. Garret moved one of his thighs and pressed it on Stiles' left leg. His other leg was trapped under Garret. A white cloth muffled out his screams. Stiles smelled the scent of something sweet. It made his head feel fuzzy; blurring his vision a bit till everything went black.
Garret sighed. "I'm sorry for being so forceful, Stiles." he ran a finger down the unconscious boy's soft, flushed cheek, tracing the stream of tears that fell. "Don't worry. Everything will be better. I promise." he lifted the boy into his arms and walked back towards his house.
He had his things all set up already. Now it's just a matter of time before he can finally be with the boy.
He waited, planning this out for so long.
Finally.
Finally.
.
.
Jackson and Danny walked through the woods in the morning, waiting for the rest to arrive so they could start on their training.
"Are you sure you don't want me to take you to a club to get laid?" Jackson offered to a sulking Danny.
"No thanks, Jackson."
"Come on, I'll get you a five star rated prostitute."
"Jackson."
"Seriously, I hate seeing you like this. Are you sure you don't want me to give Stilinski a swirly?"
Jackson heard Danny mumbled that seeing that would make him feel a bit better. "Don't resort to bullying Jackson. Being a douchebag, yes, bully, no. Besides, you'll get in trouble." he heard Jackson snort.
"Like I care?"
Danny shook his head.
"I still can't believe he would sleep with Garret like that. That didn't seem what Stiles would do. I was sure Stiles had a thing for Derek." Danny said.
Jackson was quiet. "It's Stilinski. You can never predict him."
"Yeah, but when he told me that Garret gave him the major creeps, that was one hundred percent truth in his eyes when he said that." Danny sighed. "Are you su-"
"Yes, for the hundrenth time, i'm sure. I can smell them all over each other, Danny. There's a distictive smell from cuddling and sex. What i smelt from those two was definitely not cuddling!" Jackson said angrily. "He lied to you. I was even surprised he would do that! There was solid proof right then and there. It happened twice. Any of the pack could smell it on him."
Danny didn't say anything.
Jackson playfully nudged him. "Come on, I hear the others coming."
Danny sighed, attempting to get off topic. "This whole fairy thing is getting out of hand Jackson. I'm just glad they're leaving already. Lydia is good at convincing."
Jackson smiled. "Sure is."
The two approached the Hale house, seeing the other's finally arrived. Allison arrived in her car along with Scott (the two finally made up and was together again). Boyd and Erica arrived after Lydia went to go pick them up. She oddly said she would since Jackson said he was going to try and cheer Danny up. Derek bounded out of the house along with Isaac.
"It was about time." Jackson said. "I have anger to vent out."
"When do you not?" Boyd rolled his eyes.
Off to the side, Allison elbowed a sad Scott. "You'll talk to him later alright?" she whispered. Scott looked at her and nodded.
"Let's start training already." Derek said, voice clipped. "Jackson and Boyd. Erica and Isaac. Scott you're with me."
The werewolves trained until the fairies arrived, bidding the hale pack farewell.
"Dealing with them was a handful. I never want to deal with a pixie ever again." Isaac said.
"At least we got you before they did anything else." Erica rustled his hair.
"Not before they doused me in fucking glitter." Isaac said. "That shit is a pain to get out."
"It was hilarious though. They wanted to make you their king." Erica snickered. "And make Lydia their queen."
"Like they would ever get a chance to douse me with glitter. I'm not some immature preteen girl in love with Edward Cullen." Lydia said. They both rolled their eyes.
"If Stephanie Meyers got something right from that series, it was the fact about Werewolves never have a shirt on." Boyd said. He paused for a moment, realizing what he just said.
"I feel like someone else was supposed to say that line." Erica cocked her head. "Let's spar again, so I don't feel like sulking." she said. "Scott! You and me!" she walked off.
"Catwoman is missing her Batman." Isaac muttered. Boyd nodded slightly.
"Batman was bound to betray at some point." Boyd simply said. He sighed as he nudged at Isaac for another round.
"You're not the only one that's hurt Danny." Lydia said. Her, Allison and Danny hung around the porch. Danny leaned on the support beam. "Everyone else is too. Derek especially."
Danny nodded. "Everyone noticed something was off when he came back after he asked Stiles about the fairies. He was off."
"And now we know why." she hummed.
"C'mon Scotty." Erica teased. "That the best you got?" she smirked as she shoved Scott back a few feet.
Scott growled. He got into a defensive stance and was about to pounce until his phone went off. Scott froze, and looked over to the porch were he set his along with the others (during training, they all learned to set their phones off to the side and not on their persons or else it broke due to the brutality of their training). Allison glanced at Scott's vibrating phone that rang. She looked at the screen, seeing Stiles' name appear. She looked up and said its Stiles.
Erica caught Scott off guard and threw him on the ground. "Pay attention, Scotty." she growled. Scott growled and wrestled her, both now fighting for dominance.
"It's Stiles! Let me go so I can get it!" he struggled against her clawed hand.
"Too bad—" another phone went off, this time coming from Derek's phone. Allison cocked her eyebrow, along with Lydia doing the same. Derek off to the side threw Jackson in the air.
"Ignore it." he huffed out. The phone went dead. "Back to training. Pay attenti—" Derek's voice was cut off by anther phone, this time Allison's.
Allison thumbed at her phone, contemplating on picking it up, but Lydia shook her head.
"Don't bother." she said. Her phone went off and she sighed.
"Something doesn't feel right." Allison said. Lydia shrugged and went back to filing her nails.
"Lydia…" Allison said.
"Yes?" she said.
"Your phone." Allison said, pointing at it. Lydia's phone always vibrated a few seconds before the ringtone went off. "Guess who."
Lydia hummed and ignored her phone, filing her nails again once it shut off.
"Something's wrong." Allison muttered.
'NANANANANANANA-BATMAN!' A ringtone went off, obviously Erica's. Erica stopped her tracks and snapped her head at her phone. She clenched her fists, but didn't step forward when Derek growled. The phone went off again.
Isaac's phone was next to go off. Isaac didn't pay attention to it and concentrated on the sparring match with Boyd. The phone went off and Boyd's phone was next. That made Boyd stop and look over at the pack, who all slowed down a bit. He looked at Derek, but the man didn't pay attention.
"Something really is wrong for him to be calling me." he said to Isaac. Isaac shrugged. They both heard Danny's phone go off, who only looked at his phone and simply turned it over, not bothering to get it.
What made them all stop what they were doing was when Jackson's phone went off.
"Alright, seriously, something is wrong Derek." Allison said. "If he's calling Boyd, no offense, or Jackson something isn't right."
Derek only stared at the phones and didn't say anything.
"Derek. Something is wrong." Boyd said. Derek simply shook his head.
"I don't sense any other werewolves around or anything else dangerous when I did perimeter last night."
"Something new might have come this morning?" Scott said. "He called every one of us, even Jackson!" Scott gestured his hand at Jackson, who was quiet the entire time. The pack waited for the phones to go off again.
Scott just shook his head and decided to call Stiles himself. The pack looked at him when he dialed his number.
"The phone you are trying to reach is unavailable at this time. Please try again later, thank you, goodbye!"
"Dammit!" Scott was getting angry and worried.
"Something is a foot." A voice interrupted them. The pack looked to see Peter, coming through the woods.
"What do you want Peter." Derek said in annoyance.
"No need for hostility. I thought you guys might need a hand for something, but it looks like nothing's wrong here."
"What do you mean?" Scott said. Peter sighed and took his phone out.
"The best thing about these new phones are the ability to record phone calls." Peter chuckled as he tapped his phone.
—"Hello, Stiles. What brings you this lovely morning calling me?"
"Oh, god. You of all people picked up the phone. Listen! I need help—" "Help?" "Yes! Yes! Quick summary, creepy stalker for a few months, photos in the frame of my mattress, Gar—""And it just cuts off there." Peter shrugged. The pack seemed a bit alarmed now and Scott groaned out.
"He was serious about that?" Scott said.
"Did he say he had a stalker?" Danny said. "Why didn't you say anything?"
"Because I thought he would've mentioned it to you guys, so there wouldn't be a point to."
"His pride is stopping himself to tell anyone." Danny said quietly.
"Wait, play the last part again." Derek asked Peter. The man tapped the phone and played it once more.
"Help?"
"Yes! Yes! Quick summary, creepy stalker for a few months, photos in the frame of my mattress, Gar—"
"There, before it cut off." Derek said.
"He said Gar?" Isaac said.
"Oh no." Danny whispered. He got up. "Stiles told me before that…Garret gave him the creeps." He looked at Jackson. "You don't think that—"
"Garret is Mr. Stalker." Lydia finished for him. "Stiles mentioned something about photos." She said, getting up with Allison and walked over to the pack.
"Ah, being the lovely Uncle I am, I went and got them." he said. He opened his coat to reveal several orange envelopes and each handed the pack one. The opened it and gasped, Scott letting out a string of curses.
"Batman never betrays unless he had a reason to." Isaac said. Erica and Boyd looked at him and nodded.
"How did he manage to take all these pictures of Stiles though? It showed most of us were near him at the time, but I didn't hear a click go off or anything." Boyd said.
"Something isn't right about these photos." Danny said as he flipped through them. "I thought that your eyes make it incapable of taking a photo." he mentioned. "Some of these pictures have your yellow eyes in them." he said.
"There's one way to catch a werewolf's picture." Allison said. "Digital Art."
"And a photographic memory." Danny said.
"Guys!" Scott shouted. "We seriously need to go find Stiles now!" Scott was pacing back and forth.
"Scott's right. We need to go now. Where does Garret live?" Derek asked.
"Just on the outskirts on the other side of town." Danny said. "Don't ask how I know that."
"Boyd, Erica, Isaac, your with me. Danny and Lydia with Jackson, Allison and Scott." Derek ordered.
"I think I'll go with Scott." Peter smiled, already headed towards Allison's car. Scott grumbled but didn't say anything.
"Stiles is going to be fine." Allison assures Scott. "Nothing is going to happen."
"Oh, something is going to happen alright. Someone is going to be dead tonight." Derek said as he walked to his Camaro.
Peter chuckled. "This is going to be fun."