Diclaimer: I don´t own TW characters or original plot, but somehow I own my OCs.


Stiles P.O.V.

"Where the hell are they?"

Stiles looked towards the door, as if he were hoping to see them standing right in front of the house, and then back to Annie. He was drawing a complete blank. What was he supposed to say? It wasn't like he could just come out with 'Well, you know, Scott and Sam where kind of, sort of kidnapped by that Hale guy, who just so happens to be the one who probably turned them into werewolves or whatever they are. But don't sweat it, just make a cup of tea and relax, they'll be home by midnight…maybe. I hope.' Yeah, no, that wasn't going to happen.

There was no way he was going to let her go out and look for them, especially when he wasn't even sure why Derek took them. One thing was for sure; he needed a distraction and fast. He had to keep her occupied, at least until he found out what in the hell was going on.

He scratched the back of his neck nervously, struggling to form words, "Well… they, uh," He stuttered, frantically looking around to find something – anything – that could possibly give reason for their absence. He caught sight of the broken glass shattered around the room and came up with an idea – albeit not a good one, "You see, they broke the window and… uh, they were scared… yeah! They were scared so-"

Before he could finish his not even close to believable like, Anne cut him off, holding up her hand and fixing him with a down right murderous glare, "Stiles, this is not a good time for one of your amazingly absurd lies. Tell me what happened!" She said tightly, and he could tell that it took almost all of her self-control to keep her tone calm.

Stiles backed away as Annie slowly started to walk towards him, looking around the room as if she were searching for any clue that could help her find out where to find the two werewolves.

"Trying to hid from the death glare that you deliver when something happens is not absurd." He whispered, quiet enough so that she couldn't hear him and then 'inconspicuously' blocked the doorway as to keep her from going out. He knew she would jump into her car and drive around until she found them, which, again, he couldn't let happen. No way was he going to let her get any where near Derek Hale.

"What did you say?" Annie asked, her attention snapping to Stiles. He visibly swallowed as said 'death glare' was directed towards him, "No. You know what? Don't say anything. I'm going to call police and they –"

It was Stiles' turn to cut her off, "No! No, no no. No police. We don't need the police, okay?" He said with wild hand gestures, "One of Jackson's friends came by and broke the window as revenge from the fight earlier, okay. They ran after him." He explained quickly, reaching out and grabbing her wrist, successfully halting her as she went for the phone. Stiles took a few seconds to congratulate himself for that lie, he was actually proud of how believable it sounded, especially with the pressure he was under.

His glory was short lived though, as Annie raised a perfect eyebrow at him, "And you stayed?" She asked, her tone clearly conveying that she was done with his lying. Stiles opened and closed his mouth a few times, searching for some reason that he would have stayed behind, but came up empty. His silence, it seemed, did nothing to reassure Annie, as she once again went to pick up the phone and start dialing. Stiles lunged toward her, snatching the phone out of her hands and holding it high above his head, far out of her reach.

"Stiles, are you insane? Someone kidnapped two of your best friends – one of them being my brother, might I remind you – and you are keeping me from calling the police?" She yelled in exasperation, jumping up in an attempt to steal back the phone. To Stiles' luck, he was much taller than her, especially seeing as she wasn't wearing heels, and she didn't even come close to reaching it, "Not to mention using my height against me is RUDE!" She added in a huff.

Stiles couldn't help but smile down at her. As cheesy as it sounded, she truly was adorable when she was angry, "What if I told you that they were okay and you shouldn't be worried about anything?" He inquired, phone still held out of reach. He knew that calling the police would just make matters worse, and trying to call Scott or Sam was pointless. Of course, there was a chance that they would pick up, but it was a small chance and he knew better than to try; them not answering would just make Annie more worried.

"And I'm supposed to believe that?" She finally stopped jumping and instead settled for looking right into his eyes, something that made him incredibly nervous, "If you think that I am seriously just going to sit here and wait until they come back, then you don't know me nearly as much as you think you do. I'm not going to stand here and listen to your lies anymore, Stiles! Now, let me call the police or I'm…" She stared strong before trailing off, clearly not knowing what she would do.

"Or what?" Stiles asked, a small smirk dancing across his lips, "With all due respect Annie, you wouldn't beat me… like ever. Never, in a million years. That's just ridiculous." He said, watching her as he spoke.

"Stiles!" She yelled again, clearly knowing that he was right. Stiles shook his head, not giving in. He had to keep her in the house, or at least protect her. He had no clue where the boys were and what Derek wanted form them, and honestly, he didn't think it was anything good.

Suddenly, Annie's expression changed. It morphed form anger to something else in the blink of an eye; she was scared. And Stiles hated it when Annie was scared. She did this thing where she would jut out her bottom lip and her eyes would water and her voice, God that voice, it would go quiet and have this begging quality to it… He just couldn't stand it. He wasn't strong enough to say no to her when she was like that.

"Please. Stiles, please." She whispered, looking straight into his eyes and he was pretty sure that that look right there would be his undoing. One look at those tear filled eyes and he lost all self-control.

"Stop it Annie. Please." He begged, trying to avoid any eye contact with her, but it was impossible. One look into her chocolate eyes and he couldn't look away.

"Stiles, please." She pleaded again, pursing her lip even more if that were possible, "I just want to know if they're safe. Stiles, I need to know if they're safe."

Stiles sighed and ran a hand through his messy hair, tugging at it in desperation, "Annie, I can't…"

"Just one place, okay. We could just check one place. I swear. One place." She said, putting her hands together as if she were praying. He let out a resigned sigh and finally gave in, nodding his head reluctantly. Before he could actually process the movement, Annie had grabbed her keys and ran out of the house so fast that for a moment he thought maybe she had supernatural powers.

Sam's going to kill me for this, Stiles thought to himself as he followed Annie out. He watched as she quickly locked the door, a pointless effort seeing as the window was busted open. He still didn't understand why Derek had to jump in through the window, why couldn't he of just knocked? That's what any normal person would have done; then again, Derek wasn't exactly a normal person.

As soon as they were both in her car, Annie pealed out of the driveway and floored it towards the town center, "So, where exactly is that you wanted to look for them?" Stiles asked after almost a complete minute of dead silence.

Annie smiled at him devilishly, eye's trained on the road in front of her, "Everywhere," She answered simply.

"What? No!" Stiles shouted angrily, "No, no, no. You said one place, Annie, one. Last time I checked, one meant one, alright? One, uno, un… okay, one!"

"Well," Annie said, a smirk playing on her lips, "Beacon Hills is one town, so that counts."

Stiles opened his mouth to retort, but nothing came out. How could he have been so stupid? Of course she wasn't going to just stop looking for them until they, well, found them. God, how was he so blind? Or maybe he just ignored it. Yeah, all she had to do was put on her little puppy dog face and he was completely done for.

"I can't believe you! Two minutes ago, you were acting like you were about to freaking break down, and now look at you! You tricked me!" He yelled, which for some reason mad her smile even more.

"No shit, Sherlock." She shot back, still smirking. She went to turn up the radio but Stiles reached out and stopped her, pushing her hand away.

"I'll ignore the fact that you just straight up lied to my face, and even the fact that you tricked me, but you won't turn that radio on. No." He said simply, running his hands through his hair again.

"Why not?" Annie asked in confusion as she simultaneously looked around for any sign of Sam and Scott.

"Because I know what would have started to play and I'm not in the mood to freaking listen to that crap you're obsessed with." He said surely, a pissed off expression still evident on his face.

Being pissed off at somebody was unusual for Stiles, but it was even more so that that person was Annie. He could have slapped himself for acting like that any other time, but right then, when it seemed like the weight of the entire freaking world was on his shoulders, he couldn't help but treat her like he would anybody else, rather than as the girl he fell in love with.

"I am not obsessed." Annie protested immediately, not looking at him and instead focusing on a trail that led into the woods.

"Oh please. You're the freaking definition of obsessed fangirl." He argued back, though he was slightly distracted. The fact that they were so close to the woods made him really nervous. But no, there was no way that she could possibly know that they were at the Hale's house. It was just a coincidence.

"You have no right to talk about me being obsessed," Annie said after a minute of awkward silence.

Stiles turned his head towards her, furrowing his eyebrows together in annoyance. Is she really going to pull that one again, he thought to himself. "I have no idea what you're talking about," He lied, blocking his face from view so that she would catch his blush, though something told him it was a useless effort.

Annie laughed lightly and turned to the right, driving even closer to the woods, something that made Stiles rub the back of his neck nervously. He knew he couldn't say anything because that would just make her drive straight into the woods, and that was quiet possibly the worst thing that could happen; the last thing he wanted was for Annie to find her little brother and Scott all wolfed-out inside of Derek Hales burned down house.

"Oh, I know you know what I'm talking about, Stiles." She replied knowingly, eyes focusing on him, which made him even more anxious, something he didn't even think was possible.

"I'm not going to play the whole 'I know, you know, I know' game with you, okay? No. Not gonna happen." Stiles declared, "Wait, why are you pulling over?" He asked, just as Annie did just that. She turned her entire body towards him and began to speak.

"Because I'm not going to drive around like a fool looking for them when you know exactly where they are." That answer was enough to make his palms sweat far more than they already were. It was killing him not to tell her where they were, but he couldn't. He just couldn't. No, he had to protect her, no matter what. If she ended up hating him because of that, then he would just have to deal with that. It would be hard, but he could do it.

"I already told you," he sighed, "they ran after one of –" and as always, he was cut off.

"Stiles, stop lying to me!" Annie shouted, "I've known you my whole like, okay! I can tell when you're not being honest with me, and right now, you're not being honest with me. So stop! Okay? Stop lying." She sighed desperately, letting her head fall against the steering wheel, "You're putting them in more danger than they already are by not telling me. Please, just… tell me." She begged. Her voice sounded so defeated that he had an urge to just reach out and pull her into the biggest hug ever and hold her until this whole mess ended.

"Annie, I'm sorry, okay? I'm so, so sorry… but I can't." That was all he said, that was all he could say. It wasn't a lie; in fact, it was probably the most honest he'd been with her all day.

Annie didn't yell at him like he expected her to, rather, she just let her head continue to rest on the steering wheel, eyes closed as she took in a few deep breaths. Once she seemed to collect herself she sat up again, avoiding any eye contact with him, and started the car.

"You know, Stiles, even Batman needs help sometimes," She said, and Stiles knew that she used a movie reference because that would get his attention the most.

As soon as Annie pulled away from her spot on the side of the road, clearly realizing that she couldn't just drive around and hope that they'd show up somewhere, Stiles' phone beeped. A '1 new message' notification popped up with Scott's name flashing across the screen.


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