Omg thank you all for giving this story a chance. By the way, the songs for each chapter represents the theme for the chapter. OMG I have big plans for this story too! Time for Addie to meet the characters you all know and love! Chapter 2! Yay!
Song: Without You by Ashes Remain
Chapter Two: A New Home-The Boy like Me?
"Hurry, get him on the stretcher!" Melissa cried out to the other doctors. Panic was evident in the room, and the doctors and nurses rushed to get and oxygen mask on Stiles.
"What's wrong with him? Why isn't he waking up?" Scott cried, held back by Derek. Lydia was wailing, Isaac holding her tightly, not letting her run past him to the unconscious Stiles… Sheriff Stilinski stood stunned as the doctors rushed Stiles down the hall, screaming medical terms he barely understood.
"What happened!" The sheriff wailed, spinning in all directions in a panic.
"Not him to!" Lydia cried between sobs. "Allison…Aiden…Oh god please not him too!" Scott began to scream loudly, a painful cry of pain that broke everyone's heart. Derek kept holding him close, a blank expression on his face.
No one moved, no one could move, devastated on how the night turned out. The nogitsune was defeated, but somehow it still won.
…Present….
I sat in the passenger seat of Allen's…I mean Deaton's car. We drove in silence all the way to Beacon Hills, a small town in Northern California. I kept glancing in the back seat to Alec, who fell sound asleep. I smiled lightly, hoping this town will give us a better life.
We got to the apartment, and I remember getting there to Alec who was wide awake, waiting for me to come home. He was hesitant at first when Deaton entered the room until I told him how he knew Mom and Dad. After that, Alec gave Deaton a tight hug, catching him by surprise. We packed up our stuff that we needed and hopped on a plane to California.
After the long hours of the night staying up the whole flight, we were back in a car, in the dead hours of the night. The town was dead asleep, except for the few patrol cars that drove by. We passed by a high school and I squinted to read the sign that was out front.
Beacon Hills High School.
I shrugged at the sign. Deaton said that this town wasn't normal, but I couldn't depict what was supernatural about it. It seems normal to me. Deaton noticed my stare and broke the silence with a calm whisper.
"It seems normal, yes, but I assure you," Deaton said non chalantly. "Nothing about this town is as it seems."
A howl echoed in the dark night, and I looked out the window to try and locate the source of the sound.
"I thought there are no wolves in California." I said aloud, looking up at the full moon in the sky. Deaton smiled wide.
"There isn't any." He smugly said, turning a corner. I looked to out the window to see a small office, with the words veterinarian out front. I nodded slowly unsure of myself. He really is a vet. But what about his "pack?" Pack of what I have no clue, he never said much about it when I last saw him, and I didn't feel like pressing on the subject any further. In a quiet neighborhood, we pulled in the driveway of a small house, down the street from Deaton's work.
The car came to a park and I took in the house. It was a two story, with a huge tree out front. I couldn't tell what the color was because of the dark but that's not what stunned me. The size was huge, and I was in awe. I slowly got out of the car and went to the backseat.
I carefully undid Alec's seat belt and pulled his sleepy body in my arms. Deaton opened the trunk and got our bags, leading the way inside. He dropped the bags, fiddling with keys opening the door inside. He turned on the light and gasped at how homey it was. The walls had a soft brown color to them and the stairs were right at the entrance. To my left, the living room with large couches ad a huge TV was comfortably placed. To my right, a fully functional kitchen organized accordingly. Deaton led me upstairs and I followed, careful not to trip with Alec in my arms.
Upstairs there were three doors. I turned down the hallway to see two doors next to each other. The door closest to the stairs was a bathroom, and next to it, a large bedroom that had a dark purple on it. Directly across from that bedroom, was another one with grey walls and a small bed inside. I knew Deaton said he had everything handled, but this was crazy. I went inside the small room and placed Alec on the bed, tucking him in. He mumbled in his sleep, sinking into the bed. I smiled and Deaton and I left the room, I softly closed the door before turning to Deaton in awe.
"This is…amazing." I said in a whisper. Deaton smiled triumphantly. "How did you-"
"Your father," Deaton said. "We knew each other before you were…well. Anyways, he made a point of informing me of all the things that you two liked. I took the liberty of stocking up the fridge and enrolling you two into school."
My thoughts replayed his words. I remember Dad once telling me that he and Deaton were close, but he never got into specifics.
"How close were you two?" I asked crossing my arms. Deaton frowned.
"We went to high school together." Deaton said with a frown. I bit my tongue scolding myself. They must have been really close, that must explain why Dad went to Deaton to save me. I felt bad for being short with him and opened up a little.
"How did you find out? I mean, when-"
"I saw it on the news." Deaton sighed. "Then when I found out you two were left alone, I made sure to put you guys somewhere safe."
"Yet you didn't feel the need to ever check in on us?" I snapped. Deaton's head sank lower.
"My past, it's something I always felt the need to run away from." He said with a sad tone in his voice. "I should have token you guys in immediately, but I couldn't face you two knowing…knowing my life would be a great danger to you."
"What do you-"
"Your father and I were best friends." Deaton said looking up in remembrance. I waited allowing Deaton to explain himself. "He knew about what I was, an emissary. We parted ways after high school and I haven't heard from him in a long time. Then he came to me about a year ago, to save you from the state of bardow."
I shivered in remembrance. I was trapped in the state between life and death, walking through the dream world lost and afraid. I would walk around not knowing if I was asleep or awake. Deaton saved me, doing a ritual that closed the door between life and death, allowing me to never walk in the state of bardow ever again.
"Then the next night, your parents died in a car crash."
"So the reports say." I snapped. "But I don't believe that for a second." Deaton gave a light smile.
"Smart like your father." Deaton smiled. "I've failed his wishes to watch over you two, but I promise to do better."
I believed his words, but I wouldn't show it. I nodded slowly in agreement. I can tell that outside of what Deaton was asking me, he truly did want to take better care of Alec and I, regardless if I agreed to help with, well whoever the hell he wanted me to help. A thought entered my head and my eyes widened in realization.
"Hold on," I gasped aloud. "Are you our-"Deaton nodded in confirmation and I didn't know whether to be relieved or upset.
"I am truly sorry." Deaton said lowering his head. "I promise to do better. I'll see you in the morning." Deaton hesitated before walking down the stairs. I numbly followed him out, closing the door slowly behind him. I ran back up the stairs leaving the duffle bags in the hallway at the foot of the stairs. I went into the other bedroom…my bedroom…crashing on the soft bed. I laid numbly looking at the bright room, tears forming in my eyes.
Deaton is my god father.
…..
My eyes fluttered open, and I shot up in a panic not recognizing my surroundings. I scanned the room and relaxed remembering last night. I noticed the decent sized closet, the black desk with a computer next to it. A night stand next to my desk, purple carpets on the floor, and dark curtains that were open. I looked to my left on the nightstand groaning that it was 12 in the afternoon.
I pushed myself off of the bed and slowly opened the door. I walked across and slowly opened the door to check on Alec. My heart raced seeing the messy bed that was empty. I turned to go down stairs, running down. I sighed walking in to see Alec laughing at the TV cartoons.
"Oh thank god." I gasped bringing my hand to my chest. Alec turned to my voice, a wide grin across his mouth.
"Addie!" He squealed with joy, jumping off of the couch, running to me. He squeezed me tightly and I held him back, stroking his hair.
"This place is amazing!" He said running back into the living room wildly. "It has everything!"
"Yeah." I breathed following him, plopping down on the couch beside him. "Yeah it does." I scanned the living room, surprised at how cozy it is. Deaton did I really great job. I shook off those thoughts bitterly. How can he expect to just show up now? Where the hell was he all this time?
"It was really nice of Deaton to do this." Alec said in tuned to the TV. "He's a pretty cool god father."
I whipped my head to Alec, mouth open in shock, eyes wide. Alec turned to me with a smug smile on his face.
"What?" He said playfully. "I'm almost 8, I'm not dumb." I sighed sinking into the couch, with a small smile on my face.
"No, you're too smart for your own good." I mused, watching the TV. Alec smiled triumphantly, scooting next to me. I wrapped my arm around him before sighing.
"We should unpack our bags." I groaned.
"No. You need to unpack. I already did while you were asleep." Alec teased. I chuckled at Alec, proud of him. Alec's face disappeared catching me off guard.
"Why do you hate Deaton." He asked curiously. I was going to interject, but Alec was too quick. "He gave us this house. That was nice of him."
"Yeah well he should have been there for us sooner." I snapped. Alec gave a weak smile.
"He's here now. That should count for something." I couldn't help but smile at Alec as he leaned forward, engulfing his mind into the TV once again. I pushed myself off of the couch to grab my bags that were still in the hallway. I ran up the stairs and began unpacking my clothes, unfolding and hanging them up. After about half an hour of doing so, I finally unpacked my most valued item.
It was mom's diamond necklace, the one Dad gave her when she told him he was pregnant with me. I put on the necklace carefully, smiling at the kind memory. I reached into the bag pulling out a smaller necklace, a small chain that had a ring strung through it. It was Alec's birthstone, Dad gave it to mom when Alec was in her stomach. I laced it down and threw on some clean clothes. I put on some ripped jeans and a red tank top, lacing up my black combat boots. I looked in the mirror, examining my dirty blonde hair that was in its messy curls. I sighed satisfied, grabbing Alecs necklace and heading downstairs.
Alec was in tuned with the TV until I dangled the ring in front of his face. Alec gasped, turning his back to me so I can slide the chain over Alec's head. Alec held the ring in his fingers before leaning into a hug. For a split second, I pictured our lives in Beacon Hills, hopeful at the possibility that our lives will get better.
Our embrace was interrupted by a knock on the door. I slowly got up and made my way to the front door, not surprised at Deaton who was waiting outside. I opened the door slowly, a blank expression on my face. Deaton gave a weak smile before speaking.
"Time to explain the favor."
…..
Alec and I rode in Deaton's car to a hospital that was about 15 minutes away. I scrunched my face, not knowing why we were here. Deaton briefly mentioned I was here to save a boy who was like me. I thought we would be going to someone's house, not a hospital. Deaton led the way inside and I followed cautiously behind.
"What are we doing here Addie?" Alec asked, tugging on my jacket sleeve. I couldn't think of a response shrugging in response. What the hell am I supposed to tell Alec?
"We are just visiting a patient." Deaton replied with a smirk up ahead.
"Do we know the person?"
"No, but you might say he's a friend of mine." Deaton smiled beaming at Alec. Alec just shrugged as we got in the elevator. Deaton clicked a button for the fourth floor, and I began to grow anxious. What is Deaton not telling me? The ride up was quick as we walked past doctors, nurses, and patients all mending to their own tasks. There was a row of seats where Deaton stopped in front of, motioning to Alec subtly. I caught on and knelt down to Alec's level.
"Alec, you have to wait out here okay?"
"C'mon!" Alec whined. "Why can't I go with you?"
"You're too young." I shrugged sadly. "Just wait here and don't talk to strangers."
Alec groaned, trudging to his seat, plopping down loudly. I gave a light smile and ruffled his hair to which he grimaced, annoyed. I smiled wide, following Deaton down the hall. I turned the corner and leaned to Deaton in a whisper.
"What are we doing here? You said you wanted me to help a boy that was like me."
"I did." Deaton said with a sigh. I glared at his words.
"Then what are we doing here? Shouldn't we be going to his house?" Deaton stopped abruptly and I almost slammed into his back.
"Your situations are the same yes," Deaton shrugged. "But your conditions…are not." My mouth dropped open slightly, unsure of what he meant. I was about to ask him what he meant when Deaton turned to a door and opened it, ushering me to go inside. I hesitated, but slowly made my way inside. The sound of a heart monitor is what freaked me out first. I walked in slowly, unsure of what to expect. I gasped at what I saw.
It wasn't a boy, like Alec's age. It was a teenager, like me, probably seventeen like me. He had long brown hair and a few freckles on his face. He was…decent looking. But that's not what made my heart drop. I moved closer, noting the sweat that was on his forehead, causing his hair to stick to his skin. One of his hands was twitching every now and then, and his peaceful looking face would flinch slightly every now and then.
"His name is Stiles."
I slowly looked to Deaton who wore a pained expression on his face. I've never seen Deaton look so distraught and tired until now. I turned back to…Stiles, sympathy taking over my body.
"This isn't like what happened with me." I gasped, my voice barely audible. Deaton placed a hand on my shoulder, squeezing softly.
"You're right." Deaton said with a sad expression on his face, not removing his eyes off of Stiles. "His condition is worse."
"I never went into a coma." I gasped at the thought. This guy is literally trapped in the bardow state, unable to get out. At least I was able to wake up, regardless if I can never tell when I actually woke up or not. "How did this happen?"
"He was possessed." Deaton said sharply. I could tell it wasn't directed towards me, but at the situation. "By something called a nogitsune."
"How? What happened?" Deaton merely shrugged.
"The story is too long to tell." He sighed. "But when we finally got the nogitsune out and killed it, Stiles collapsed…he hasn't woken up since." Deaton turned back to me, and I took a step back, terrified.
"Deaton, I don't know if I can do this." I said, fear evident in my voice. Deaton fully faced me, putting his hands up in defense.
"I know it's terrifying," He said with caution. "But this boy has been through hell and back. I would be disappointing everyone if I don't come back with a solution to save him."
I walked past Deaton, staring at Stiles, shaking my head in fear. "I don't…what if I can't save him? What if I get trapped in the bardow state again, except like him? What about Alec? How is he supposed to cope without me?"
"You are strong Addie," Deaton assured placing his comforting hands on my shoulders. "I wouldn't ask this of you if it was life threatening." We both turned back to Stiles who was relaxing in the hospital bed.
"His body is too weak to let him wake up on his own. You have no idea what this boy went through prior to this." Deaton said in a daze. "But now his body is finally shutting down, and he is unable to fight this on his own. He needs someone like you to save him."
I wanted to help, but what will Deaton tell Alec if I don't wake up either. I can't leave Alec, I am all he has. If I fail, I fail both Deaton, Stiles, and Alec. How can I do that to them? I was about to speak when the door opened again. I froze at the sight of a police officer walking in, my heart pounded against my chest at the sight of his sheriffs badge.
"Deaton," He gasped. "You're back."
"Hello John." Deaton said weakly. I relaxed a little, realizing that I wasn't going to be arrested for being here. "How have you been holding up?" Deaton asked truly concerned, moving towards the man placing a strong hand on his shoulder. The man John looked distraught, lowering his head. My heart sank at the sight of his red eyes.
"I've been…not okay." John said sadly, taking a seat next to Stiles, taking hold of his hand. "I'm just waiting for my boy to wake up."
My stomach turned realizing that Stiles was the sheriff son. The look of longing on Johns face tore my heart. His eyes didn't leave Stiles as he kept rubbing his fingers on Stiles'. It reminded me of the same look my parents gave when I was stuck in bardow, the fear of my situation never getting better. This man wore that same look, and it put a lump in my throat.
"We will leave you then John." Deaton said softly, ushering me out. I was too stunned to move, as Deaton took a hold of my hand, guiding me out the door. I numbly stood in the hallway, heartbroken at the vision of how distraught the sheriff was.
"Addie?"
I snapped out of my thoughts and looked up to Deaton, tears forming in my eyes. I couldn't form words, all I could do was shake my head no.
"I don't want to fail that man in there." I said choking on my words. "I don't want to make a promise that I cannot keep."
Deaton held my shaking shoulders, and I felt my knees buckle. I don't want to make a promise, a promise to that man in there that I would save his son and then fail him. That boy Stiles, John looked to his son as if that was his only world, and that it was fading.
It reminded me too much of my Dad, and I can't handle seeing that look on the sheriff towards Stiles. It was too heart breaking.
"It's okay Addie." Deaton assured "Take your time to think it through. I won't blame you if you decline."
My stomach turned at Deaton's last words. I can't just walk away to let Stiles suffer, especially if there was even the slightest possibility that I can save him. I can't walk away knowing that John and Stiles would be suffering while I try to live a normal life.
"Why-why can't you do what you did for me and save him?"
"Stiles is too far gone for me to reach him." Deaton shrugged. "I tried before I came and got you and Alec."
So now it has to be me. The fear of failure consumed my mind, and I didn't know what to do. I want to help, now more than ever, but I couldn't tell Deaton yes I would. If I go back to that horrid place, I couldn't live with myself if I failed Stiles' father and left Alec alone in the world. I looked to Deaton wide eyed, a single tear streamed down my cheek.
I don't know what to do.
The song for this chapter was for Stiles and his Dad. When I introduce the characters, to Adriana, I want to make it as suspenseful for you as the reader as possible. I hope you are enjoying the set up for the story. More soon! PLEASE REVIEW! And if you're interested, check out my other story called Losing My Self!