Title: Shotgun Serenade

Chapter: 3/?

Series: Teen Wolf, MTV

Genre: Romance/Hurt/Comfort

Words: 3,100

Warnings: Violence, Sexual Content, Language, Child Abuse

Disclaimer: I own the Original Characters. Everything else belongs to the copyrighted owners.

Pairings: Stiles/OFC Scott/Allison

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A/N: Big thanks to everyone favoriting the story!

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Lyca looked around the room panting softly, tired from dancing so many songs in a row. Nudging Stiles as she tried to get him to run off and dance some more. Just shrugging when he declined she looked over towards Scott and Allison as they danced away to the thrumming music. Lyca hadn't bothered changing, uncaring of the grass stain on her rear seeing as no one else pointed it out she considered the fact that no one honestly cared it was there. Jumping as something cold nudged her hand. "Huh?"

"Water… Caps off so be careful not to spill it." Micah said before disappearing off into the crowd. He'd followed in Jericho's Jaguar, having found the keys hidden in the cookie jar. Glancing over his shoulder as Lyca took a long drink before smiling and shoving his hands in his pockets. Looking over at a pair of older teens sitting on Jackson's couch he just smirked. Maybe the whole night wouldn't be a total bust.

"Want some?" Lyca held out the half empty water bottle towards Stiles, shrugging when he declined as she went back to drinking it. Eyes looking over the crowd lazily before she nudged the teen at her side grinning wildly as she finished off the water. "Let's go dance!"

"Now? Aren't you tired yet?" Stiles stared at her incredulously as she started dragging him towards the center of the room. He could only laugh as she started dancing again as if she hadn't already spent a half hour on the dance floor by herself. Lazily going through the motions as he tried to get away with the bare minimum. "And they tell me I'm hyperactive."

"I run marathons all the time. I have so much energy I'd make a rabbit explode." Lyca grinned as she excitedly went through the motions of the song that was on, letting her body sway and gyrate to the beat of the music. Blinking as the music slowed down. "What in the hell are they playing?"

"Slow dance… To give everyone a break. You listen to a lot of fast music don't you?" Stiles fought the urge to put his hands on his knees as he panted softly stopping his movements all together. Looking at Lyca curiously as she watched the other people pairing up or walking off of the dance floor. Grinning he reached out grabbing her hands putting them on his shoulders. "You do it like this."

"Huh! Um… This close?" Lyca said awkwardly looking at the small space between them as she adjusted her body to fit the position better, arms lazily against his chest as if she was getting ready to push him away. Staring down when he put his hands on her waist, narrowing her eyes as she quickly matched the sway of his body looking completely out of place. "I listen to a lot of Techno and stuff… I'm not good at slowing down. It's really… Awkward."

"You get used to it, and it gets less awkward." Stiles commented smiling at Lyca as she stumbled over his feet. The pair looking at each other quietly for quite a bit before Stiles poke up. "So… Yeah…"

"I'm getting dizzy." Lyca's grip on his shirt suddenly tightened as she rested her head against the other teen's chest. Her vision slowly beginning to blur as her muscles felt weighed down by something unseen. Trying to swallow it felt as if she had a mouth full of cotton. Shaking her head slowly only managing to make herself dizzier. "I think I need some fresh air."

"We could go out to the jeep so you can sit, all the seats out back are taken by purses." Stiles stared at her strangely as she slowly put more and more weight on him. Glancing around he found Scott and Micah MIA and just seemingly gone. Wrapping an arm around her waist he nudged Lyca towards the front door. "You okay?"

"Yeah… Just really… Really dizzy. Feels like the room is spinning." Lyca groaned putting a hand to her forehead as she tried to focus. The cold air outside wasn't doing much to clear her head as she put more weight on Stiles as her eyes drooped in a tired fashion. The sound of Stiles removing his pocket had her shaking her head again. "What's wrong with your jeep?"

"What do you… Dude! Someone slashed my tires!" Stiles about dropped Lyca as he stared at the mangled rubber, it looked like someone had gotten a little knife happy while they'd been in having a good time. Shaking his head he helped Lyca into the jeep trying to figure out what to do about his wheels. He only had one spare. "My dad's going to kill me."

"Why? It's just tires… Someone was…" Her voice and vision wavered as Stiles slid into the backseat, blinking hard as she tried to focus her attention on what he was saying. The sound of his heartbeat rising quickly filling her ears as she turned to look at him, vision blurring badly as her entire body suddenly became concrete filled. Muscles not responding as she slumped against Stiles who was in the middle of saying something.

"Look, I'm sure I can find Micah to take you home if you're- Oh, god!" Stiles cried out eyes shooting wide as Lyca laid her head down right over his groin. Heart slamming against his ribs wildly as he stared at her, the heat of her breath against the fabric had his jaw going slack until he realized she was… snoring? Did she just… She had just passed out. "Lyca? … Hey Lyca?"

Staring down at her he tried to wake her up shaking her shoulder, barely managing to ignore the fact her lips were so close to- Shaking his head he tried to wake her again calling her name as he snapped his fingers by her ears. Digging through his pockets he pulled out his cell dialing Scott as he frowned trying to shake Lyca awake again. "Dude? Where the hell are you… Lyca just passed out. She's not waking up. Lyca! Hey Lyca! Someone slashed the tires on my Jeep and I can't find Micah."

"She passed out? Is she still breathing? Allison I'll be back… Yeah… I'm sorry. I promise I'll make it up to you." Scott seemed to be in the middle of talking to Allison about something important, the soft rustle of him moving heard through the phone.

"Trust me… She's breathing all over my junk. I think she's alive." Stiles said sarcastically as he tried to shake Lyca awake again, frowning as she didn't respond in the least. Heart pounding hard as he gently slapped her cheek trying to rouse her. "Dude… She's not waking up."

"Almost there, calm down. Did she drink anything someone gave her?" Scott said barely able to cut through the sound of the music as he pushed his way through the crowd. Shoving hard as someone elbowed him in the ribs. "Watch it."

"No… Yes… I don't know. She drank a bottle of water that Micah gave her, that's all I saw. Lyca!" Stiles smacked her shoulder hard trying to wake her up, panic threading through her voice. "You think she's drugged?"

"I don't know…" The phone cut off as the jeep was jerked open a few moments later. Scott climbing into the front seat of the Jeep. Leaning between the front seats he nudged Lyca. Staring at Stiles. "Dude… She's out like a light, did she say she was feeling sick or something?"

"She said she was dizzy. I don't know." Stiles sounded panicked as he looked at Scott nervously trying to wake Lyca again. Both teens sat back just staring at him before Scott just shook his head trying to figure out what to do. Stiles looked out the window trying to find out if Micah was still around, eyes widening as he realized that the Jaguar he'd come in was gone. "Dude… Micah bailed on us."

"Not really the problem right now. I'll see if Allison can take us to the hospital." Scott said scrolling through his contacts.

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The steady beep of the medical equipment had Stiles holding his head as he waited for his father to yell at him. Looking up at his dad he swallowed hard. "It was just a party… We didn't know that…"

"Car… Now." Was the only thing his father said, causing him to look at the floor before making a hasty retreat. Sherrif turned his eyes towards Scott's mother offering up a smile. "Thanks for calling me… Did you contact her family?"

"Yeah… Her cousins going to pick her up in a few minutes, we flushed her system. Someone slipped her GHB." Scott's mother said looking towards Lyca before turning her attention to her own son with a look of disappointment. "We'll be talking later."

"Nnn…" Lyca's eyes fluttered open as she put a hand to her head. Blinking at the pair of adults in the room. "Where am I?"

"You're in the hospital, someone slipped you something." Scott's mother set to work quickly checking her vitals, recording them on her clipboard that hung lazily on the end of the hospital bed. Turning to look at the teenage female she offered a gentle smile. "Do you know who-"

"Don't know. I kidnapped the boys… The party was my idea." Lyca murmured dizzily causing Scott to give his mother a hopeful look. Pointing a finger at Scott she grinned in a hazy manner. "Next time… You're in charge of the mischief."

"Well-" The sheriff was cut off as Jericho burst through the door with a look of worry on his face, the males looking at each other silently for a moment. "Aren't you the art teacher?"

"Just be glad I'm not teaching dance… Lyca… Jesus… Why don't you ever take your cell phone. Micah said you disappeared in the middle of the night without saying anything." Jericho sat on the edge of the bed looking over the dizzy teen with a frown, his hair damp from a shower he'd taken not even thirty minutes before. Looking at the nurse and sheriff he eyed them cautiously. "What happened?"

"Someone slipped Lyca something at the party… Micah was with us the whole time, he just took off at the end." Scott spoke up quickly, fist clenching as he realized Micah had orchestrated the entire fiasco. Standing up quickly as his heart started slamming against his ribs as anger began to grip him Scott ushered himself out of the room. "I'll wait in the car."

"…Thank you. I'm sure that both of your boys had nothing to do with the whole thing. Lyca has a habit of dragging people into bad situations. I'll have a talk with her when we get home… If I can have the release papers?" Jericho's eyes remained on the door for a moment before looking up at Scott's mother.

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"What the hell were you thinking Lyca?" Jericho snarled as he looked over at his cousin, worry lacing his voice as he glared at her. Shaking his head he cranked up the music gripping the steering wheel hard, pressing his foot against the gas pedal harder than he really needed too. Nails aching as they lengthened digging into the fabric of the cover he kept over his wheel, the soft sound of fabric spreading just below the sound of the music.

"I wanted to have fun… I wanted to have friends. I can never have friends Jeric… Furor always tells me that it's bad to associate outside of our pack. And whenever I just associate with family everything goes to hell. You may be happy with that kind of life… But I'm not!" Lyca raise her voice, dizzy as she snarled right back. Crying out as the vehicle jerked off of the road sharp enough to cause her to smack her head against the passenger window. Curling in on herself she looked up at Jericho with fear in her eyes. "I…"

"He's trying to protect us Lyca! Not all humans are bad… But the more we associate with them the more danger we put ourselves in. Think of someone else for once! You're so god damned selfish it's disgusting! Hey! Get back in the fucking car right now Lyca!" Jericho snarled violently as Lyca ripped the door open jumping out. Narrowing his eyes he just revved the motor as she slammed the door, waiting for two seconds before gunning the car with a screech leaving Lyca in his wake. Let her be a stubborn bitch.

Lyca just glared with tears in her eyes as he cousin drove off in a fit of anger. "Jerk!" Picking up a rock throwing it after her cousin as her vision started blurring from tears. Furor was usually the only person that acted so damn head strong and righteous yet here was Jericho pulling the same stubborn bull headed shit. Sitting down on the side of the road she buried her face against her knees with a soft sob. "I hate you…" She whimpered softly.

After a few minutes she pulled herself to her feet trudging down the nearly pitch black road, sniffling as she wiped at her tear swollen cheeks trying to rid herself of the evidence of her childish behavior. Feet and ankles aching as she stumbled every now and then. "Stupid Jericho… And his stupid… Stupidity." She muttered clenching her fists as she sniffled, hiccupping softly as she narrowed her eyes in an upset manner as she fought a new wave of tears. "I hope Furor kicks his scrawny ass when I get home. Teach him to be such a… Hic… Such a bully."

Spending a rather long period of time trudging along in the darkness she wiped at her sore cheeks again and again as she bit back tears, her feet hurting badly. The thin bottoms of her shoes not offering much cushioning against the hard pavement as she walked on and on. Kicking a stone she eventually came across as she glared at the road trying to figure out how much farther she had to walk before she would even be close to home. "I fucking hate you!" She screamed out as she stopped fists tight at her side as tears welled up again.

"Hate me?" The deep baritone of a voice rolling like a thick fog from the darkness at her side causing Lyca to jump whipping around. White eyes glowing silver in the reflection of the moonlight as Furor seemed to bleed out of the darkness as he so often did. The heavily muscled Alpha looking down the road curiously before raising an eyebrow. "Jericho said you were ill…"

"Someone slipped me something when I wasn't paying attention, and I got everyone in trouble because I was acting selfish… I just wanted to have some fun." Lyca whispered quietly as she looked up at the tall male that stood at her side, shirtless with dirt and mud clinging to his sweaty flesh. Uncaring of any of it Lyca threw her arms around her eldest brother with a hard sob, fighting the urge to flinch as he placed a heavy hand on the top of her head remaining silent. "I should have listened to you…"

"I tell you things to keep you safe… It doesn't mean that I don't want you to have fun. I'll deal it. The same friends you had over earlier today?" Blond hair almost shining pure white as he stood basking in the cool light of the moon cradling his sister like a small child, fingers soothing her hair as he looked down at her. Eyes turning to catch the red glow disappearing into the night, fangs bared silently as his own eyes bled a brilliant crimson. He'd been tracking down the rouge Alpha before he'd caught his sister yowling like a traumatized child. "Maybe I was a little hard on you… Telling you not to make friends outside of our pack."

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"I don't know what you did… But you are a fucking God!" Stiles exclaimed grabbing Lyca by her arm as he caught up with her in the school hall. The first bell hadn't even rung yet and he was already excited. A wide grin covering his face, "My Jeep's fixed… When I woke up it was in the driveway. My dad wasn't even pissed about the whole party thing… What… Did… You… Do!"

"I didn't do anything… I mean… I got into a fight with Jericho on the ride home. He made me walk. Maybe he felt bad and did something?" Lyca grabbed Stiles wrist smiling at him as she gently removed his fingers from her bare arm. She'd stolen one of Furor's white tank tops putting it over a black spaghetti strap top, sliced up jeans hanging low on her hips showing the top of a pair of boxers she'd stolen from Micah while he was in the shower. Looking down at the white and yellow duck printed fabric thoughtfully for a moment she blinked nice and slow. "Or Tank could have pulled some sort of badass brother move and smoothed everything over."

"I don't care who did it… It was awesome." A brilliant smile lighting up Stiles face as he nudged Lyca with his elbow before tossing his arm around her shoulders. Hugging her tight against his side. "Your family kicks ass."

"That reminds me." A grin on her face as she leaned up kissing Stiles cheek, pulling away slowly as she gave him a sly smile. "Thanks for saving my ass. I owe you one."