TITLE: In The Blink Of An Eye

BY: Ellie!

First in my series of 'The Only Human'.

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CHAPTER:1

"No." Scott repeated for the hundredth time, glaring at Stiles who still had his characteristic goofy grin plastered on his face. Scott seemed annoyed, even a little pissed and Stiles just wanted to know what had brought that change in his best friend's behavior.

"I cannot believe that for a second. I just can't." The human said, before glancing back at the empty road and pressing harder on the accelerator, one of his hands on the steering wheel and the other flailing around him. "Something has been bothering you and I know it has something to do with…Allison?" He guessed, clicking his tongue and eyeing his friend carefully. Because c'mon, everything is always about Allison.

As if on cue, Scott stiffened at the mention of his ex-girlfriend's name, frowning momentarily at how fast the jeep was actually moving.

Stiles clapped the steering wheel loudly. "I knew it." He exclaimed, "I just knew it." He shook his head in disbelief. Just when was Scott going to accept…whatever it was between him and Allison, it was over. Over. Turning to look at Scott who was looking at him like a kid who had just lost his toy, he inhaled deeply. "Look Scott, you can't always…."

His words were cut off when Scott gasped, wide-eyes turning to look at the road. He immediately followed his best friend's sight. He didn't even get the time to yell the first curse word that sprung up in his mind when the jeep collided with the large truck in the front, shattering the windshield into innumerable pieces.

The last thing Stiles registered, other than his jeep finally reconnecting with the ground, was a sharp burning pain in his side, after which he simply welcomed darkness.


Scott blinked his eyes open after tireless efforts. He instinctively touched his forehead and winced in pain, feeling the blood dripping down his head and towards his left eye. Shifting in his seat uncomfortably, he assessed his injuries, breathing heavily as the healing process did its work. He could already feel the torn tissues rejoining to form muscles, the broken skin repairing on its own. He waited for a while for the nausea to pass. Once the world wasn't spinning around him, he straightened and muffled the pained groan that closely followed.

"Stiles?" He croaked in pain, trying his best to turn towards his friend in the driver's seat. His neck was still stiff, his body pinned to the seat. Reaching out with his uninjured hand, he touched Stiles' arm and shook him. "C'mon, Stiles."

Much to his horror, Stiles didn't respond and there was a strong scent of blood lingering in the vehicle…a strong scent of too much blood.

"Stiles?" He called out again, a tinge of desperateness crawling into his actions as he tightened his grip on Stiles' arm. "C'mon, wake up." He pleaded, waiting again for a reaction.

He noticed how difficult it was getting for him to move, as if the jeep was shrinking. Another look through the shattered windshield confirmed his suspicions. The truck was transporting large logs of wood, some of which, due to the collision, had rolled down to rest on the top of the jeep. Great.

"Stiles?" He shook his friend more frantically, keeping his eyes glued to the bending metal just above his own head.

He sighed in relief when Stiles finally came around, his head lolling to the other side in confusion. A gasp escaped his lips, followed by a pained groan. "Scott?" He asked, still struggling to stay conscious. His eyes were closed, face screwed up in pain.

"Yeah..buddy, I'm here." Scott encouraged, ignoring the pain that spiked through his left leg as he moved in his seat to get a better look at his best friend's state.

"Whathappened?" Stiles' words were jumbled, eyes racing beneath his eyelids.

"We drove straight into a truck. I was sure the road was empty. God knows from where this huge truck popped up without us noticing." Scott knew he was rambling but he needed Stiles to stay awake. "Shit." He yelled in frustration, gripping the seat belt yet again and pulling at it. Why wouldn't it just…

With another forceful jerk, he managed to tear the belt and quickly began unlocking the door. He made sure he wasn't too hasty because the inside of the car was littered with the shattered remains of the windshield and pointy shards of wood, and the last thing he wanted was to injure himself any further….he had to help Stiles.

"What are you…" Stiles suddenly stopped, gritting his teeth to block out the pain flaring in his side. Opening his eyes, he slowly turned to look at Scott, "What are you doing?" He breathed, blinking his eyes rapidly to see through the colorful spots dancing in his vision.

Scott chose to ignore the waver in his best friend's tone and the obvious pain on his face. He slammed his shoulder into the door forcefully, murmuring a string of curse words under his breath. "C'mon…Shit." He screamed in frustration as the jammed door didn't move in the slightest, thanks to the weight above the jeep, crushing them inside. Summoning his alpha strength, he tried once again. Much to his satisfaction, this time the jeep door flung open with a loud clank, making the human flinch beside him.

"My jeep…" Stiles made a show of being disappointed, trying to enlighten the mood a little.

Scott, again, didn't pay any attention and staggered towards his best friend, looking around for anyone on the otherwise silent road. The large truck hadn't really suffered so much damage and Scott wondered if there was any one even present in the vehicle in the first place; the truck was at rest when they collided with it.

Leaning heavily against the jeep, he stumbled to the driver's seat. Bending a little, he cupped the human's face, "Stiles?" He asked, panicking slightly when his friend didn't reply. Stiles' eyes were open but he was simply staring into space, not responding to any kind of communication. He was breathing heavily, his head thrown backwards in pain.

Scott quickly turned his attention to Stiles' injuries, trying to make a mental note of everything. There were many cuts and scrapes on his arms and face, though none of them looked fatal. As he moved his hands frantically across Stiles' body, trying to find any more damages, his eyes widened when he felt the unmistakable sharpness of a glass piece pricking his finger. Pulling his hand away with a wince, he hesitantly lifted the hem of Stiles' torn shirt.

There was, as he suspected, a glass piece protruding out of Stiles' side. It was dug deep into his flesh, so deep that anyone would have had missed it in the first glance. With unbelievable speed, Scott unbuttoned Stiles' shirt, struggling with his options. Blood was gushing out of the wound, staining his hands red.

Heart beating loudly against his chest, he paused, staring at his trembling hands. There was too much blood and he knew for a human, loss of so much blood was fatal.

No…Stiles will not die. He reminded himself, drawing in a shaky breath. With a whirlwind of emotions swiveling in his heart, pain and panic being the most prominent, he let his fingers slide across Stiles' abdomen. As his fingers lightly brushed the region around the glass piece, a pained gasp escaped Stiles' mouth.

The human swiftly grabbed his hand, wincing through gritted-teeth. "Stop…Scott." His voice shook with pain, "Don't…..Don't…touch it." He finally managed to whisper, each word punctuated with short, raspy breaths.

Scott bit his lip guiltily, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry." He stuttered, avoiding Stiles' gaze.

Another frantic look at the roof of the jeep was all it took to send him into a full on panicked mode. "Stiles?" He whispered shakily, "Can you..can you move?" He asked, cupping the human's neck and leaning in closer. "Hey…wake up." He slapped him across the cheek, resuming his desperate efforts to keep his best friend conscious. Stiles seemed to be swaying on the line between unconsciousness and awareness, his face having lost all the color and sweat dotting his forehead.

Not a good sign, Scott found himself repeating in his head, "Stiles! Answer me, damnit!"

"I…I can try. I can try." Stiles breathed, eyes half lidded with exhaustion.

"Alright…you have to get out of the jeep. I will help you…just lean on me alright? Let me hold your weight. All I need you to do is stay awake. STAY AWAKE." Scott pressed, letting out a humorless chuckle when the human repeated after him.

"Stay awake…." It was almost inaudible but it definitely was sarcastic.

Scott didn't how he had managed it. By applying a little force, he was able to snake his arm around Stiles' waist, minding his injuries. Then all it too took was a light pull and Stiles was already leaning heavily against him. But holding Stiles was not the harder task, it was helping him out without jostling his injuries that seemed nearly impossible.

Placing his palm flat on the roof, just above Stiles so that his head wouldn't collide with it once they moved, Scott exhaled loudly. "Alright, let's do this." He said to no one in particular before assisting Stiles in drawing out his left foot.

Pain like nothing he knew tore through Stiles and he screamed in agony as the glass piece twisted inside his body. After that, much like the last time, he let the blanket of darkness envelop him.


So...what do you think? Worth your time? Please review. I know its a common title but 'meh', I couldn't come up with any other. The next chapter will be up tomorrow...that's a promise. I'm actually dying to write here but a human has to sleep right? I've got school tomorrow...after 15 days of vacation. So hard to continue studying after a break. Anyways, you can choose to ignore all my ranting and simply review. :)

So tomorrow, same time, same station. Seeya!

-Ellie