CHAPTER 30

Flame That Came for Me

Mars brought Vodka, Stiles brought Jack. Scott brought disinterest.

"You just need to drink more." Stiles lifted Scott the handle from where he lay, which Scott rejected. Mars laid against Stiles, nursing the handle of Jack. Scott wasn't in the mood, and drinking wasn't working. All he could think of was Allison. "Dude, she's just, she's just one girl." Stiles tried. "Yanno, out of so many there are so many other girls. In the sea."

"Fish in the sea" Scott corrected, entirely too sober for two wasted friends.

"Fish? Why are you talking about fish? I'm talking about girls..." Stiles sighed, a stupid grin on his face. "I love girls-"

Mars cut him off. "Careful, someone might think you're over compensating."

Stiles ignored her, "I-I love- Especially one's with strawberry blonde hair, green eyes, 5'3."

"Like Lydia?" Scott had to resist rolling his eyes.

"Yeah. exactly, hey! How did you know I was talking about- about… what was I talking about?" Stiles let out a chuckle, the movement in his chest making Mars spill a little alcohol on his shirt.

Delayed, Mars said; "I'm a girl."

Stiles snorted. "No you're not." He meant it. "You're Mars."

Mars drunkenly rolled on top of him, thinking she was whispering but failing "Pretty sure I've got a cunt" The alcohol was heavy on her breath. "Just like you're Stiles, and I know what you've got. We took baths together, mate. No need to pretend there are gnomes down there." Stiles became flustered and a ringing in his ear drowned out the world around her.

He was too drunk to care about who it was (in fact, he seemed to forget entirely), he liked the unfamiliar pressure on top of him. While he looked into the depths of blue, he knew he would do anything she said, always and forever. It was like she owned his soul, his body, every part of him.

He didn't care why this was happening, he just knew he didn't want it to end, because if it did there would be a gaping hole in him for the rest of his days. In that moment, he would follow her off a cliff or to the bottom of the ocean or to the moon. He didn't care.

Stiles stuttered out quietly. "No need to be vulgar." Mars broke her gaze. Stiles felt clarity return to him, blaming what felt like hypnosis on alcohol. He laughed a little to himself, thinking everything that just went on in his head was completely ridiculous. Mars grabbed his hand and Scott's and sat up.

"But, aye, you two. Stop being pessimistic, that is my thing." She smiled. "We've got each other, right? The golden trio until the end."

"Did you just compare us to Harry Potter?" Scott raised an eyebrow.

"You bet your arse I did. Scott, You're Harry, cause you're chosen and all that shit with the wolf thing. I'm Hermione, because… I'm a girl I guess and well, Stiles. You eat a lot. So, Ron." She paused, hearing no signs of approval, she wasn't embarrassed in the slightest though.

She released their hands and thought to herself that Ron and Hermione get together, and the idea didn't bother her so much. Maybe that was why she was offended about him saying he loves girls and then saying she wasn't one. She looked down at the boy under her, Am I… into Stiles? The thought alone was enough to eat her alive, that was insane. He was supposed to be her brother…

"I just, I really fucking love you two. Okay?" She looked directly at Scott when she said it.

Scott smiled a little, "I love you, too, Mar."

"Eh, you're alright." Stiles drank a little more, still trying to shake off those feelings from a minute ago.

Mars stood up, not even a slight stumble to her step as she announced, "I'm going to go wait in the Jeep." and headed to the car, the boys following a few minutes behind her. Scott drove them, it wasn't a very good idea for Stiles or Mars to get behind the wheel. Neither could drive all that well in the first place.

"Drop me off at home." Mars demanded as they passed the Stilinski house. Scott stopped the car.

"You sure you don't want to come over my house?" Scott questioned.

"Your mum already thinks I'm fucking you, I'm good, no need for her to think we're having an orgy." Scott groaned as Mars got out of the car, his mom trusted them all more than that now. Mars took the key off her neck and headed for the door, but she didn't open it. When the car was gone, Mars walked back to the sidewalk and made a phone call.

"Hello?" Came a husky voice on the other end.

"Marks? Hi. Pick me up at Sheriff's house." She heard shuffling in the background, and she hung up and waited. He showed six minutes later and they drove to his house in silence. They went inside in silence. They had sex again without a word.

Mars' eyes opened groggily as she looked at the alarm clock on the side table. 03:30. She looked around, still feeling the alcohol from an hour ago. Fuck. She doesn't sleep with guys she screws. It just wasn't done. Except Don, and that was a one-time thing. "Morning sunshine." Marks joked. Mars rolled her eyes and he climbed back on top of her. "I knew you'd be back." He kissed down her front. She let him.

All she managed was; "Do you have anything to drink?" He nodded and went to the kitchen, coming back with a glass of scotch, she didn't thank him. She was too trapped in thoughts of self-hatred. "I should go." She said and downed the scotch.

"Good idea." He agreed, thinking of nothing but covering his own ass with the impending threat of the sun.

She grabbed a shirt off of the ground and she didn't know if it was hers- she didn't even know what she'd been wearing when she got there. She didn't bother dressing more or grabbing her shoes. Her feet will still raw from her run through the woods, but part of her liked the pain of it.

She grabbed a bottle of Grey Goose on top of the fridge on her way out, glimpsing a paper that said Jason Marks. His names Jason. She noted, reminding herself she didn't care, then she slipped away.