I got the idea for this AU on tumblr. I'll put the link at the bottom. Read on.
At nearly the crack of dawn, Noah had the serious displeasure of being awake. He tossed and turned annoyedly, trying to take back sleep that he deserved for a number of reasons. But that was a war he simply couldn't win. A glance at the clock said 4:52. Another glance at the note Uncle Chris had left under his door read "School starts at eight. Be up by seven." That was two hours of sleep Noah needed, wanted, and deserved, but some god-awful entity was keeping him awake. So for another half hour, he flipped around in his bed, mumbling curses about shitty sleep patterns and inconsiderate family members before he finally decided to get up.
Under the pale morning light, Noah fumbled for his jeans and a pair of Levi's and pulled them on. He padded into the bathroom to brush his teeth quietly. As he brushed, he stared at himself, marveling at how so much had changed in such little time. Even after he finished, he just…stared.
Then, under cover of dawn, Noah slipped out of the house, his camera thudding softly against his chest. Funny how such a simple feeling calmed him… Others hated the feeling of a five pound bundle of hard plastic hitting them in the sternum with each step. But the familiarity of it had taped what little sanity of he had back together. He found solace in his camera because it meant the past—a past where everything was a stark, painful black and white.
Sunrises, the occasional deer, birds and their families… It struck Noah as odd just how connected to nature this town seemed to be. But it was a good kind of odd, and he loved it already. Then again, he had always loved nature. So he took picture after picture as he strolled about for a long while, reveling in how safe he finally felt.
The smell of breakfast foods galore assaulted his nose as soon as Noah stepped through the front door a half hour later. He ran a hand through his unkempt hair and set his keys down.
"Noah?" Chris called.
"Yeah, it's me Uncle Chris." He meandered through the halls until he arrived in the dining room once again.
"Where've you been?" He poked a head out of the kitchen with a raised eyebrow.
"Out. Exploring." He set his Nikon beside what he assumed to be his plate. "Is this for me?"
"Yes. Allison's up there showering, and she should be down in—"
"Now." Allison decided to skip through the doorway at just that moment, smiling. Her hair was a little bit damp, but it was already drying and curling fast. "Eat quick. We need a good parking spot and—Noah?"
"Yes?"
A teasing grin broke across his cousin's face. "Half of that plate is already clean."
Noah glanced down in surprise. "Oh! The damned dog must've gotten it."
"We don't own a dog…"
"Then I suggest you learn to lock your doors." He grinned and bit off a piece of bacon.
Allison rolled her eyes and planted herself right beside him. While she ate, Noah stared aimlessly out the window. How pretty the early morning sky was…
A Jeep drove past.
"I'm excited to hear that you at least have decent taste in music."
"Oh shut up!"
"Well if I have to hear you playing it at midnight while you claim to study, I should at least like it!" Noah laughed.
"Were you really up that late?" Allison blushed, looking rather embarrassed. She hadn't meant to keep her cousin awake after what looked like a very stressful ordeal on his part.
"Don't blame yourself, okay? I couldn't sleep. I don't have my pillow. And there was just way too much to think about to even think about sleep… My brain was swirling. It was terrible." He ran a hand through his tousled hair and glanced out the window.
"I understand." She made a right turn that put them on a road through the forest.
Noah lifted his camera to take photos of the rows upon rows of golden and orange autumn trees, but he stopped. It felt… It felt as if someone were to tip toe the tips of their fingers down someone else's spine. It was a chilling feeling. Anxiety. Someone was watching him. Again.
"I know you hear me."
He swung his head around, searching for the source of the deep, cold voice. Someone else knew. He could hear his heart beat in his ears, racing, struggling to slow itself down. Panic. Would he have to leave again? Oh no… His mind was racing a hundred miles a minute. Oh no oh no oh nonono…
"Noah?" Allison's voice snapped him back to reality. "Something wrong?"
"H-huh?" Noah glanced back, then slowly slumped down into his seat. "No, I thought I hear—saw something," he stammered, shutting off his camera. "A coyote maybe." But as he leaned on the windowsill, sweat breaking on his brow, he muttered, "Or maybe a wolf…"
She raised a skeptical eyebrow, but turned into the parking lot of Beacon Hills High School anyway. "At any rate, we're here." The place was overwhelmingly swarming with teenagers, much to Noah's discontent. Some were throwing and kicking around balls, others were talking to friends, and some did all of the above.
Noah had always hated high school. He also despised the feeling of uneasiness that was creeping into his stomach at the moment, but from what, he wasn't sure. "Fabulous," he muttered.
"We need to go to the office to get your schedule, so come on, Mr. Overexcitement." She smirked at Noah and he offered back a sarcastic smile. With her cousin in tow, Allison locked the car doors and set off. Her cousin, however, couldn't help taking just one more picture.
Scott McCall slipped the green and black helmet off of his head with a frown. He perched upon his matching dirt bike, which stood parked between the twins' bikes and Stiles's Jeep.
"Wonder if she knows," Stiles mumbled to himself.
"I'm not sure she does." Scott turned his keys over and over in his fingers, thinking. He was worried. Both for her and for whoever this kid was.
"I feel sorry for him when the twins get a whiff of him."
"Already did. I told Ethan and Aidan this morning to lay off."
"Do you really think they will, Scott?" He chuckled sarcastically. "It's the twins."
"Not at all. It just means he'll only come out with bruises instead of broken bones." Scott stuck his helmet underneath his arm and slipped off his bike as Stiles crawled out of his Jeep. Together, they approached the school.
"It looks like we've got two classes, and lunch." Allison handed her cousin back his schedule and spun in her locker combination. "If you'd like, we can share my locker since there aren't any available." She was halfway through stuffing things inside when a voice interrupted them.
"You didn't answer any of my texts this morning. I was beginning to think you'd dropped off the face of the Earth—oh, I'm sorry. Am I interrupting something?"
Noah glanced to his left to see where the snooty voice had come from. It belonged to a girl about an inch shorter than Allison, even with her peach colored wedges on. She had a sort of French-braid thing going on for a headband and carried a darker, raspberry colored purse. She wore a polka dotted sundress a lighter pink than the bag. He found himself questioning both whether he should be afraid of this girl and where his sudden extensive knowledge of the color wheel had come from.
Allison glanced up. "Oh, Lydia, hey. Noah, meet Lydia. Lydia, this is my cousin, Noah."
He waved a little, camera shifting at his chest.
"…hm." She swept his body with her eyes before settling on the camera. "Picture boy. May need you some day." She half smiled in a sort of half greeting, but it widened when she felt someone's presence behind her. "You know, Aidan, it's not nice to sneak up on people."
"Yet I continue to do so anyway." The blonde haired boy then turned to scrutinize Noah. "Who's this?"
"Noah. Allison's cousin." She smiled, a little more genuine this time, and Noah felt an unwanted stammering sensation in his throat..
"Noah, huh?" Aidan smiled a little, gifting Noah a front row seat to sharpened fangs and steel blue eyes. "Pleased to meet you."
Shit.
"H-hey, left my phone in the car." He laughed rather nervously and pretended to pat down his pockets for emphasis. "Gonna go get that now… I'll catch up with you guys later?" He turned over his shoulder and grunted a bit when he ran into someone else. "I'm sorry—"
"It's no problem," Stiles responded coolly, staring down at Noah, who was staring back at him with a raised eyebrow.
"Just…" He breezed past him, feeling the panic that had begun to rise in his throat diminish significantly.
Allison bit her lip and watched her cousin go with a sigh. "Stiles, how do you feel?" That caused Aidan to snicker, and Allison snapped around to glare at him in response. "What? Don't be rude. He's brand new to this and it only makes sense to ask him how he's feeling."
Scott strolled up at just that moment. "I'm teaching him to control his heartbeat right now."
"I'd say I'm decent at it, but I never realized just how many stupid conversations take place in these very halls." Stiles shifted his backpack onto the other shoulder with an annoyed roll of his eyes.
"Can't turn that part off. But it is possible to try and block it out. Try it. It's good practice." Scott's gaze swept onto Allison. He then pointed over his shoulder. "Do you know the kid who just swept down the hallways looking like he might puke?"
"Puke? Noah!" She bolted down the hall in pursuit of him, worry written across her very prominent cheekbones.
"Her cousin," Lydia informed as she followed her best friend down the hallway at a more leisurely pace.
"The werewolf," Scott finished quietly. "Do me a favor, Aidan. Stop trying to scare him."
He smirked. "Whaaaat?"
"You're an ass."
Though Noah's stomach was intact, he was hiding at the side of Allison's car. A minor crisis had been avoided so far, but he was still a bit freaked. However, a few moments and an annoyed groan later, he found himself dragging his feet to Chemistry as the bell rang. Noah kept his eyes on his feet as he shuffled into the classroom and took a seat in the back. He found himself silently praying that she wasn't the "stand up and say hello" type.
Oh, but she was.
So naturally, Noah pretended to search under his desk for his "lost item" until (what was her name? Mrs. Aldrin?) gave up.
Regrettably, there weren't enough tables for both Stiles and Scott to sit together at one, so now Stiles was seated next to Noah and Scott at the adjacent table. Mrs. Aldrin came over to explain the lab rules and what the experiment for the day was before leaving them be once again.
But now that he was closer, he could get a proper look at Stiles. He was a bit freckly, with hair that resembled a wave all surfers desperately craved in each of their lifetimes. His eyes were a dark chocolate color, but he could see the amber flecks in them, even from the side. Stiles looked to be the sort of person who progressively grew on you instead of instantly becoming your friend. His eyes swirled with secrets. Or that could quite possibly have been the nosy side of Noah Andrew Argent.
"Hey," Stiles said softly, almost cautiously. "Were you okay earlier? I heard you looked…well, an unnatural color."
Noah swallowed. He'd forgotten he might actually need to talk today. But when he opened his mouth, all that squeaked out was, "Bonjour?" in a perfect French accent.
He smiled a little. Noah noticed the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. Smile lines creased his surprisingly clear cheeks; he was a guy who smiled often. "You know French?"
He swallowed, nodding slightly. "I'm probably the only Argent who speaks it near fluently."
"Do you take the class?"
"It's my third year."
"I'm failing. God, please help me."
Noah cracked a smile. "Let's start with chemistry. You've been throwing things in that beaker, but do you know what they were?"
"Not necessarily." He frowned a bit in thought. "Oh well." Stiles swiped up a brown bottle and swished it around, preparing to throw some in to top off his crazy concoction.
Noah's eyes flicked over each empty test tube, adding them together in his head as he went along. A stone dropped in his stomach when he realized what Stiles was about to pour in next. "NO, STILES, NO!"
An earsplitting roar tore apart the classroom. Glass shattered all around them. Noah himself was propelled backwards with such force that his back slammed into something hard and unyielding, most likely the back wall. Dust swirled around in the air rather tauntingly as glass particles quietly tinkled to the floor. Teenagers coughed and gagged on the air, and a few cried out weakly. Nothing sounded too bad, he thought. He was actually surprised he had even put that together coherently.
"Scott?" Stiles choked out. "Scott…no, Scott, please wake up!"
Noah could see straight long enough to take in Scott lying awkwardly on the ground. And he looked banged up bad. Blood trickled down his forehead and out of the corner of his mouth. He no doubt had a concussion.
He couldn't tell if the ringing was in his ears of if it was the fire alarm. Whichever, it sent Noah cowering into the fetal position in an attempt to protect his already damaged hypersensitive hearing. He heard the teacher evacuate the room, heard her beg for Stiles to leave with them, but he wouldn't. He heard the shifting of a worried teacher crouching beside a petrified best friend, and the last thing Noah saw was the EMTs rush at them before his world fell into black.
Oh me oh my. That can't be good.
Like I promised, here are the links. I am just astounded by the photoshopping skills of some people… Gosh. It's not fair. lol
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