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Chapter 8 ~ Heart Monitor
"Oriana!"
The green eyed girl looked up at the sound of her name. Stiles was jogging down the hospital hallway towards her, his eyes red and panicked.
"Hey." She stood up to greet him.
"How is he?! Where is he? Is he okay?! Wha – "
"Stiles!" She interrupted and he pursed his lips waiting for her to answer him.
"He's fine. Nothings broken or bleeding, just some bruising, I think. He's in with the doctor now."
Stiles took in a shaky breath and nodded in relief. He collapsed in a chair and she sat next to him watching his face carefully.
"What happened?" He asked again calmer than before.
"It was after the parent/teacher conference; the parking lot was crowded. Then people started screaming and there was growling. Your dad was trying to keep everyone calm and find the thing. A car reversed and knocked him over. It was Greenburg."
Stiles get out a convincing growl and ran his hands over his face and head in frustration.
"I hate Greenburg."
"Everyone hates Greenburg. I've punched him like three times." She shrugged.
Stiles head snapped up and he looked at her with wide eyes. "Wha – Seriously?"
She nodded. "The first time was during PE when he said something about my shorts and then slapped my ass, then because his face was annoying me."
"What about the third time?" He asked, a small smile at his lips, his eyes now calm and full of amusement.
She looked down almost sheepishly. "I may have dragged him from his car and gave him a bloody nose after he hit your dad."
He laughed, his whisky eyes never straying from her and her lightly pinkening cheeks.
"I wish I was there."
"Your dad was trying to tell me off but I could see he wanted to laugh." She smiled.
He nodded before his eyes widened again, suddenly remembering what she had said. "Growling? Was it the alpha?!" He whisper – yelled, looking around the hallway as if the alpha was going to jump out right then and rip his throat out.
"No. It was a mountain lion."
He squinted. "Sarcasm?"
"No. It was really a mountain lion." She insisted. "Argent shot it."
"Chris?"
"No." She rolled her eyes. "Allison."
His mouth dropped open. "Oh my god, really?"
"No. Sarcasm." She smiled sweetly at his evil eyes.
"Stiles?"
The pair looked up as Melissa McCall made her way over to them, smiling softly.
"Hey, how is he?" Stiles shot up.
"He's just fine. He's going to be sore for a week or so and has a slight concussion but thing serious. We're going to keep him in overnight though, just to be sure. You can go in and see him is you want but he needs his rest so try to keep it short, okay? He's in room 117."
He nodded. Melissa smiled at them both and left.
"Do you uh…want me to come with you or…" Oriana asked shuffling her feet, unsure.
He nodded. "If you don't mind…"
She grabbed his hand and lead him down the hall. He followed eyes locked on their joined hands.
The sheriff looked up when they knocked on the door.
"Hey, kids." He smiled, waving them in.
Stiles at in the chair beside the bed while Oriana chose to lean against the closed door.
"So…?"
John sighed at Stiles' unspoken question and looked at him reasuredly.
"I'm fine, son. Just a little bruised."
"Do you need anything? Food, clothes? I can run home and get – "
John shook his head, "There's no need. It's just one night; I'll manage. I just need a good night's sleep. You need to go home and get some rest, too."
"No. I'm staying here." Stiles protested quickly.
"No, you're going home. I'm a big boy, Stiles. I can stay in the hospital for one night on my own."
Stiles opened his mouth to protest again but John looked at Oriana and interrupted.
"Oriana, can you make sure this one goes home and straight to bed." He asked.
She smirked. "Yes, sir."
Stiles looked between them shocked. "Are you tag-teaming me?"
They nodded in unison.
"Go on you two. It's getting late and I'm tired." John waved towards the door.
"But – "
"Get some sleep, Sheriff." Oriana told him, grabbing Stiles arm and pulling him up.
"And thankyou for everything you did tonight, Oriana." The Sheriff called to her.
"'Course." She nodded uncomfortably.
"Wha -?"
"Night, son. Remember to bring me some clean clothes when you pick me up tomorrow."
"I'm no – "
Oriana managed to pull Stiles from the room and closed the door behind them, proceeding to pull Stiles down the hall towards the exit of the hospital.
"What just happened?" Stiles asked dumbly.
She just smirked as they went outside. She followed him to his jeep and got in.
"Where's your car?" He asked, starting the engine.
"Derek drove to the conference and I rode here in the ambulance with your dad."
He looked at her in awe before a small thankful smile tilted on her lips. She didn't notice, looking out of the window as they exited the parking lot.
"Have you heard from Scott today? He was supposed to be there tonight." Stiles asked suddenly.
She looked at him. "He was there."
"What?" He asked, confused. If Scott was there why was his dad in hospital right now?
"Yeah. I saw him just before Allison almost got run over."
"When was this? Is she okay?" Stiles narrowed his eyes.
"She's fine, Scott saved her. It was about the same time your dad got hurt?" She answered, wondering what was wrong with Stiles.
"You mean Scott saved Allison and not my dad?" Stiles asked angrily. "Where is he now? Why wasn't he at the hospital?"
She shrugged helplessly, not knowing what to say. When he put it like that she could understand why he was so angry, but she knew that Scott didn't intentionally leave the Sheriff to get hurt, he didn't know it was going to happen. It wasn't like he chose between them. But she could see why Stiles saw it that way and wasn't about to tell him otherwise.
They sat in silence, the rest of the drive. Stiles parked his jeep in his driveway and stared out of the windscreen blankly for a good few minutes, Oriana sat patiently.
"Sorry." Stiles said snapping back into reality. He didn't remember the drive home, his mind was focussed on his dad and his best friend. And why his best friend wasn't there for his dad when he could have done something. What was the point of having a werewolf as a best friend when you couldn't trust them to protect the last family you had?
"I totally spaced, I should have taken you home first." He apologised, going to start the engine again.
"It's okay. I told your dad I'd make sure you got home." She insisted.
He laughed a little. "Okay…do you want to come in then or…" Before he could finish his sentence, Oriana had hopped out of the car and was walking up to his front door. Stiles scrambled after her.
Stiles stood nervously in his doorway as Oriana walked around his room as if she'd been there hundreds of times before. He watched as she looked at the pictures on his shelves near his computer. He couldn't help but admire her long dark hair and soft smile as she looked at a picture of him and his parents at the beach when he was little.
She unconsciously went to slip her jacket off and winced as the scratch on her back stretched painfully.
"What's wrong? Are you okay?" Stiles rushed over, taking her jacket from her and throwing it on his desk.
"My back." She explained.
"It's still not healed?" He asked worriedly. He remembered when she told him earlier that day and he convinced her to skip school and rest, only to make a fool of himself at Lydia's and have her disappear on him.
"Not completely."
"Here." He guided her to sit on the edge of his bed and left the room, quickly returning with some rubbing alcohol, medical tape, a bandage, a glass of water and some painkillers.
"Take these."
She smiled appreciatively and took the pills and a sip of water.
"No take off your shirt."
She choked on her water. "What?!" She asked him between coughs.
Stiles' pale face glowed red as he shook his head furiously. "I meant so I can bandage your back! Not for that!"
She raised an eyebrow at him.
"Not that I wouldn't want it to be for that! I'd defiantly want that – to see tha – because – but not – "
"I get it!" She told him loudly, saving him from further mortifying embarrassment.
"Okay. Good. So…uh…"
She bit her bottom lip and tugged at the hem of her woolly jumper. She'd been shirtless in front of others before. Males. But that was different. She didn't know them well. She wasn't friends with them. It was purely sexual and it was in the dark where they couldn't see her scars. Not that they'd actually care but…
She didn't want Stiles to see her scars. She was a pretty girl. Beautiful, Stiles had once told her. But there was a reason she hardly wore sleeveless shirts or short skirts and dresses. Her scars were ugly and there were a lot of them. She didn't usually care what people thought of her appearance. Maybe that was because she was comfortable in her own skin. Maybe it was because she didn't have to worry about acne or because she knew she always looked good. But If there was one thing Oriana Hale was insecure about it was her scars. And she didn't want Stiles knowing how ugly she really was.
"I can do it." She told him, reaching for the materials which he pulled back from her reach with an innocently confused face.
"How can you bandage your own back?"
"I can do it." She insisted.
"I won't look at anything. It'll just be your back." He blushed again lightly.
She shook her head stubbornly.
"Please. It's the least I can do after everything you did for my dad today. Plus, I just…I wanna make sure you're okay."
She looked into his whisky eyes, filled with concern and affection and realised that no one had her looked at her that way. Not even the Hales. And for some reason she didn't want anyone but Stiles looking at her that way.
She took a deep breath and stood up, keeping her eyes on his to draw strength, she quickly removed her jumper, dropping it to the floor. She stood still, watching Stiles watch her. She was impressed by how long it actually took him to look down. 15 seconds. His nostrils flared, his mouth opening slightly, his intense eyes sliding over the image of her half-naked body. She closed her eyes, not wanting to see the disgust in his eyes when he realised that she wasn't as 'beautiful' as he thought.
There's a half-naked girl in my room. An almost nude girl. Shirtless girl. A female. In a bra. In my room. Breath Stiles. THIS IS NOT A DREAM.
Stiles sucked in a breath and finally gave into the temptation, letting his eyes fall from her green orbs. He couldn't make out the look in her eye when she finally shed her top layer. He didn't take Oriana for someone who would be shy about their body but she seemed pretty self-conscious about it.
She shouldn't be.
The lamp on his desk gave her tan skin a soft golden glow. Her long curls looked soft and inky in the dull light, framing her dark green lace bra. Bra. Lace bra. Stiles wanted to pinch himself. Her toned stomach was flat and her hips flared slightly into the perfect hourglass silhouette. She was beautiful. And she was in his room. Shirtless.
She still wore her leggings and a pair of fuzzy purple socks, having shed her UGGS at the front door with his own shoes.
It was after he noticed her screwed shut eyes that he noticed the uneven toned, slightly textured skin scattered over her torso and upper arm. On her left side, a long mark resided, slightly paler and pinker then the rest of her skin, puckered at the edges and middle. It was thicker at the bottom, coming from under the waistband of her leggings and thinning on the top, peaking under the side of her bra, almost like a slightly distorted candle flame shape. A burn.
The top of her left shoulder about halfway down to her elbow was a similar pale patched burn scar.
Her stomach had a couple of long thinner scars. Not burns. More like something sharp has been deliberately cutting her…knife wounds.
His throat dry, his heart pounding and his eyes tingling, he forgot about the fact that he was ridiculously attracted to her shirtless body. He slowly made his way behind her. Her shoulders were tense and her fists balled at her sides. With slow, trembling fingers he collected the thick mass of hair and moved it over her right shoulder, satisfies that it was as soft as it looked.
Long, thick, inflamed scratches lay horizontally down her smooth back. He saw the same flame shaped burn on her left side and the patch on her arm, as well as more long thin scars and a few small round reddish scars littered around her back and shoulders.
"The fire." He murmured, letting the tips of his fingers trace the puckered edge of the scar on her hip. She nodded slowly.
"This?" His fingers drifted to one of the thin scars on her right side.
"Knife." Came her tense reply. He nodded to himself, even though he felt a ball of anger begin to form in his stomach.
His fingers circled the outline of a round scar on her right shoulder blade, next to her bra strap. She answered his wordless question, and confirmed his suspicions.
"Cigarette."
He swallowed thickly, the tips of his eyes burning and his teeth gritted. Stiles wasn't a particularly angry person, he didn't do too well with conflict and had never been in a physical fight but right now; his fists balled, his shoulders tensed, his muscled itching to throw a punch. He wanted to scream. He wanted to hurt the thing that had dared touch the unusually timid girl in front of him.
Out of the corner of his eye he noticed her fists start to shake and forced himself to calm down. He exhaled forcefully, causing some of her hair to shift and an involuntary shiver roll down her spine. He smiled to himself when he heard her give a shaky gasp.
"This is going to sting a little." He whispered. He started gently dabbing the edges of the open wounds on her back with an alcohol soaked pad. She didn't react much, he presumed, bitterly, that it was because she had a pretty high pain threshold.
Once the large bandage had been taped securely over her wounds, he settled his hands gently on either side of her waist, the uneven skin on her left hip slightly tougher then the baby smooth feeling of her right.
"You're beautiful." He said so softly she almost didn't hear it.
Under his warm hands she melted. Her shoulders and fists relaxed and she let herself lean backwards on his chest, her head resting against his shoulder. She let her eyes drift closed as the feeling of warmth and safety washed over her. She grabbed his wrists from her waist and pulled his arms around her until his hands were grasping his own wrists, keeping her locked in his embrace. She lay her hands on top of his and squeezed slightly.
She was strangely relieved and happy that he hadn't ran screaming when he'd seen her scars. Instead he'd asked vaguely about them and hadn't dwelled on the details (to which she was thankful) and had bandaged her back. That wasn't to say he didn't care or react at all. Oh no. She'd smelt his pure un-Stiles-like rage, empathy and protectiveness.
She sighed as his cheek rested on her head. Standing so close to Stiles she realised just how much taller than her he was. She felt small against his, surprisingly toned, chest. She felt encased and protected in his arms, she couldn't remember the last time she'd felt so content. So safe.
They stayed in this position for what felt like forever, until the stresses of the day caught up with them and they couldn't stand anymore.
"I should get going." She whispered, not wanting to break the silence but feeling her mind fog and her eyes unwilling open.
"Nooo." He whined sleepily into her hair, tickling her, even though his legs were hurting from standing too long.
Her uncharacteristic giggle made him smile smugly. "Do you want me to drive you?" He asked.
"No, no. You need to sleep. I'll run." She told him, though not stepping away out of his arms or even opening her eyes.
"No." He answered immediately. There was no way he was letting her go out this late to run to her house in the middle of the woods with the alpha loose.
"Why don't you just…"
"Just…?" She asked.
"Stay here." He finished.
She thought for a moment before nodding. She didn't want to leave this feeling or Stiles tonight. And she was just so sleepy.
"Okay. I'll get you a shirt." Stiles said happily, slightly more awake.
He reluctantly untangled his arms from around her and went to search his drawers. She sat on the end of his bed watching him unable to say why this human made her feel such strange and new emotions. And how the hell she could feel safer with him then her werewolf cousin right now.
"Here. I'll just go…change in the bathroom." Stiles passed her a shirt before leaving the room quickly with his own bundle of clothes.
She looked at the shirt in her hands and smirked. "Smooth, Stilinski. Smooth."
He'd given her a large soft lacrosse jersey, fading red with his name and number on the back. '24 Stilinski'.
When Stiles came padding back into his room, in a pair of blue flannel pyjama bottoms and a blue shirt he saw Oriana curled up under his bedsheets fast asleep, with her hair spilling out over his pillow. He smiled.
He crawled into the bed next to her, making sure to keep a respectable distance between them. He settled under the sheets, is arms behind his head and a smile on his face. Just when he was drifting into sleep he felt Oriana snuggle into his side. He hoped this was a turning point in their relationship and that he'd finally be able to get the girl.
She was gone the next morning.
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"Damn it." Scott mumbled when he didn't see his car on level three. He turned around and began towards level four.
He walked between the parked cars, still not spotting his. Well done, dumbass. You lost the car. Again, he thought to himself.
He put the grocery bags down and pulled the keys from his pocket. He lifted them over his head pointing them every which way, pressing the unlock button. Finally, he heard the beeping sound. On the level above him.
As he bent to pick up the bags the milk rolled out of one and under the parked car beside him.
"Crap."
Suddenly the milk bottle rolled back from under the car and stopped at his feet, leaving a trail of milk in it's descent. From the pierced side.
He looked up and through the back window of the cars tinted glass, his eyes caught movement. A loud growl pierced the air and Scott ran. He ran down onto the level below unable to resist looking behind him. A dark shadow running on all fours in his direction make him yelp slightly and he pushed his legs faster.
He heard growling and swift footfalls behind him.
Scott ducked behind a car to catch his breath, trying to quiet his heavy panting. He tried to listen for the alpha but all he could hear was his own heart pounding in his ears. He clasped a hand over his heaving chest, as if to stifle the noise. He tried to slow his heart rate down but the sudden flash of movement out of the corner of his eye only caused it to rise.
Quickly Scott jumped up and turned a corner to see a row of cars in in path. Instead of running around them he started running over the hoods, hoping the loud wailing of alarms would be able to block out the sound his pounding heartbeat.
After turning onto another level, level two, he managed to get far enough away from the car alarms that he wouldn't be ringing his own dinner bell, but not far enough away that they didn't cover his heartbeat. Hiding beside another car he decided to stop to catch his breath, and think of an actual plan.
Just then a loud ringing filled the air around him. It was close.
Crap! It was his phone.
"No. No, stop." Scott muttered hurriedly, trying to locate his phone.
Scott was suddenly pulled up from his spot on the concrete ground and into the air, just to be violently pushed back down at neck breaking speed. He landed on the hood of the car he was hiding behind. He opened his eyes to see a snarling wolf standing on his chest, close to his face. It's fangs sharp and menacing, it's eyes a bright electric blue and its growl heart stopping.
"You're dead."
Scott looked to his right to see Derek Hale crouching beside him.
The wolf jumped off of him and sat staring almost innocently, as if nothing had happened. Derek jumped down and started walking away. Scott followed him, keeping the wolf at a wide berth, looking back at it unsurely, as it started padding along after them.
"What - what the hell was that?" Scott burst angrily at Derek.
"Said I was gonna teach you. I didn't say when." Derek said simply.
"You scared the crap out of me." He glanced back at the silver wolf that was still following them.
"Not yet."
"Okay, but I was fast, right?"
"Not fast enough."
"But - but the car alarm thing, that was smart, right?"
"Till your phone rang."
"Yeah, but that was - I mean - Would you just stop!?" Scott shouted, halting in his tracks.
"Please?"
Derek finally stopped, turning around to look at the younger boy with frustration. The wolf stopped beside Derek, the man reaching down unconsciously to stroke the wolf behind its ear. Scott eyed it wearily.
"What happened the other night, Stiles' dad getting hurt, that was my fault. I should have been there to do something. I need you to teach me how to control this." He told Derek loudly.
"Look, I am what I am because of birth. You were bitten. Teaching someone who was bitten takes time. I don't even know if I can teach you."
"What do I have to do?" Scott pleaded.
"You have to get rid of distractions." He took Scott's phone from his hoodie pocket. "You see this? This is why I caught you." He showed him the screen reading 'Missed Call from Allison'
"You want me to teach you? Get rid of her." Derek told him simply.
"What, just because of her family?" Scott asked moodily.
The wolf beside Derek seemed to roll its eyes at him.
Derek smiled fakely looking down at the phone. He lifted it into Scott's eyesight and then deliberately turned around and threw it at the concrete wall behind him.
Scott's eyes grew three times the size. "Wait - wait - whoa - whoa!" He watched as his phone smashed on impact and fall to the ground in pieces.
Derek turned back to look at Scott with hard eyes. "You getting angry? That's your first lesson. You want to learn how to control this, how to shift, you do it through anger, by tapping into a primal animal rage, and you can't do that with her around."
"I can get angry." He told him lowly, looking up from under furrowed brows, trying to look intimidating with his floppy hair, hoodie and big brown eyes. The wolf made a coughing sound that he immediately recognized as its version of laughter.
"Not angry enough! This is the only way that I can teach you. Now, can you stay away from her? At least until after the full moon?" Derek asked doubtfully.
"If that's what it takes." Scott said unconvincingly.
"Do you want to live!?" Derek shouted, getting increasingly annoyed with the young boys warped, hormonal mind. "Do you want to protect your friends? Yes or no?"
"Yes." Scott said seriously. "If you can teach me, I can stay away from her." He promised.
Derek narrowed his eyes doubtfully but nodded anyway.
"Now can you please explain to me why the hell you have a wolf with you?!" Scott shouted pointing to the silver wolf.
Derek looked down at the wolf with questioning eyes. The wolf suddenly jumped at Scott making him let out an embarrassingly high pitch scream as he landed on his back. The wolf attacked.
"Derek!" Scott yelled. "Derek get it off! Get it off of me! It's gonna kill me!"
At the sound of unfamiliar laughter Scott opened his eyes to see Derek. Derek Hale. Holding his stomach as his lips stretched and pulled up at the sides, showing his teeth. He was…laughing? Scott was even more creeped out at the sight of a laughing Derek Hale then the wolf on top of him that still hadn't stopped attacking.
Why didn't he feel any pain? Maybe the wolf had bit through his nerves, severing any feeling? But what was that warm slimy feeling on his face and neck? Blood, probably. Oh god he was going to die. He was going to die a virgin. Allison, I love you, he thought closing his eyes and waiting for death.
"Oriana! Drop it, you don't know where that's been." Derek said.
Scott's eyes snapped open. He looked around for his friend. Oriana would help him. Surely. For Stiles.
When he didn't see the raven haired Hale anywhere he looked back at Derek confused.
The wolf made a huffing sound and finally got off of him, going back to sit at Derek's side.
Scott sat up carefully, he lifted his hands to check his neck for blood. His hand came back clean. Well clean of blood.
"Ew!" Scott moaned, his hand was wet with slobber. "What the hell?!"
Derek started laughing again, the wolf joining in with its coughing sound.
It dawned on Scott then what had just happened and his face turned bright red.
"It was licking me wasn't it?"
Derek only nodded, giving one last laugh before walking away, the wolf following but not before…winking?...at him.
"Wait!" Scott called after them. "You called it…"
But they had disappeared.
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Oriana walked into school on Monday intent on acting as if Friday night in Stiles' room hadn't happened. She was getting way too close to the human boy. She didn't know what she felt towards him but she knew it wasn't good. It defiantly wasn't just friendly. She knew she wanted him. In bad ways. But he wasn't like those idiots she'd had sex with before. She couldn't just never see him again afterwards.
Plus, she was pretty sure he was a virgin so that wasn't happening anyways. She'd never been with a virgin and wasn't going to. She'd heard stories of how clingy teenage virgins could get and she wasn't looking for a relationship. She was too screwed up for that.
And the feeling she had with him that night. That safe, happy, protected feeling. It was not good. It was quite stupid really. No one was safe, nowhere, nothing. It was safer to live knowing that, rather than getting taken in by some false sense of security and get attached to it and then having to live with the loss of it. How stupid could she be, anyway? A werewolf feeling safe in a human's arms? That didn't even make sense. Maybe if the human was a martial artist, a body builder or a Winchester. But Stiles? How could Stiles protect her better then she could protect herself? Sarcasm was the boy's only defense.
So she would continue on as if nothing had happened, continue having a friendly, sometimes flirty, relationship with him and nothing more.
She walked into class and sat in her usual seat. Stiles was already sitting next to her and was trying to engage her in eye contact. She gave him a brief, polite head nod and kept her eyes on the board ahead.
"Hey." He greeted warmly. Too warmly.
"Hi."
He watched her, waiting for something she didn't know. What did he want her to say?
Thankfully Stiles was distracted by Scott entering the room. He smiled at Oriana, who returned it smally, before sitting behind Stiles, who blatantly ignored him.
"Still not talking to me?"
Stiles didn't reply. Scott looked at Oriana for help but she just gave him a look. He sighed and looked at Stiles again.
"Okay, can you at least tell me if your dad's okay? It's just a bruise, right?"
Oriana saw Stiles bite his tongue in frustration and resisted the sudden temptation to reach out and hold his hand comfortingly.
"Some soft tissue damage? Nothin' that big – "
Stiles looked at her in disbelief and she looked back with the same look. Scott, shut up you dick, she cursed in her head.
"You know I feel really bad about it, right? Oriana didn't do anything either why aren't you mad at her?!" Scott asked desperately. Stiles' eye twitched, he wanted to reach back and slap the werewolf out of his best friend.
Oriana turned to look at Scott with her patented Hale glare. "At least I tried." She spat, enjoying the way he flinched.
"Okay." Scott continued talking to Stiles. "What if I told you that I'm trying to figure this whole thing out, and - That I went to Derek for help?"
Stiles looked around in disbelief, he sighed and couldn't keep quiet any longer.
"If I was talking to you, I'd say that you're an idiot for trusting him. But obviously I'm not talking to you."
He ignored Oriana's glare, choosing to keep his eyes forward.
The bell rang and the two boys sat in silence for a long moment before Stiles finally caved and span around.
"What did he say?"
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"Wh - he wants you to tap into your animal side and get angry?" Stiles asked as they walked out of the classroom.
"Yeah." Scott said.
"All right, well, correct me if I'm wrong, but every time you do that, you try to kill someone, and that someone's usually me."
Oriana nodded in silent agreement, walking alongside Scott.
"I know. That's what he means when he says he doesn't know if he can teach me. I have to be able to control it."
"Well, how's he gonna teach you to do that?"
"I don't know. I don't think he does either."
The boys looked at Oriana. She shrugged. "It's like Derek said, we were born like this, it comes somewhat naturally to us. Like instinct. None of us have ever been around for a bitten's early days. Hell, I've never met a bitten werewolf. I don't think Derek has either. It's like a fish trying to teach a cat how to swim. He's trying to help the best he can." She defended her cousin.
"Okay. When are you seeing him again?" Stiles asked Scott.
"He told me not to talk about it. Just act normal and get through the day."
"When?" Stiles stopped them, looking at Scott.
"He's picking me up at the animal clinic after work."
"After work. All right, well, that gives me to the end of the school day then." Stiles told them looking both resigned and determined. Why was that so attractive? Oriana cursed her bad thoughts.
"To do what?" Oriana asked skeptically.
"To teach him myself." He walked off dramatically.
Oriana looked up in frustration. Did they ever listen to a word she said?
"Hey, can I ask you something?" Scott asked her.
She sighed and looked at his puppy dog eyes. "Sure."
"What does a spiral mean?"
Her breath caught in her throat and she looked up at Scott's innocently confused face.
"Why?"
"Well…" Scott looked at her weirdly. "I saw the alpha last night –" He lifted a hand to stop the lecture that was about to spew from her mouth.
"It didn't hurt me. It just drew a spiral in my car window. With the condensation ya'know? And Laura was buried under a spiral." He said gently, as if he had to remind her.
She closed her eyes at the memory.
"You don't want to know." She told him.
He narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "That's what Derek said."
"Well you'd do well to listen to him." She looked at him pointedly, the implied message going through loud and clear. Scott watched as she walked off in the same direction Stiles had.
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"I think the book's making it more obvious. Besides, she's reading, anyway." Oriana told Scott at lunch as he hid behind his World History book. She bit into her burger, moaning as the greasy meal hit her taste buds, winking at Stiles when he stared openmouthed at her.
"So did you come up with a plan yet?" Scott asked, peeking over his book to look at Stiles.
"I think so." Stiles said, biting into his apple.
"Does that mean you don't hate me now?"
"No." He said like it was obvious. "But your crap has infiltrated my life, so now I have to do something about it. Plus, I'm definitely a better Yoda than Derek."
Oriana looked up confusedly.
"Okay, yeah, you teach me." Scott said distractedly.
"Yeah, I'll be your Yoda." Stiles smiled.
"Yeah, you be my Yoda." Scott said exchanging glances with Oriana.
"Your Yoda I will be." Stiles said in a funny voice, laughing to himself afterwards. He looked up when neither laughed along. "I said it backwards." He explained.
"Yeah, I - I know." Scott said unamused.
"All right, you know what? I definitely still hate you. Uh - huh. Oh, yeah." Stiles laughed mockingly, getting up and talking the book from Scott, and Oriana's arm, storming out of the cafeteria.
She followed happily, her burger still in hand.
"What's a yoda?" She asked with her mouthful.
Stiles halted in the middle of the hallway and looked at her as if she just asked what cake was.
"Star Wars." He explained as if his words needed no explanation.
She looked blankly at him. "Yeah, I don't get it." She took another bite from her burger.
"You – How have you –How have both of my best friends never watched Star Wars?!" Stiles shouted.
She watched him freak out, void of all emotion, as she finished her burger.
"We'll get to that later." He warned, pointing a finger at her. "Let's go." They started to walk
"Where?"
"To the lacrosse field. We gotta teach Scott how to get control before the end of school, remember?"
"Oh, no." She stopped. He turned around. "I'm not helping. Scott should learn control from a werewolf."
Stiles waved a hand to her.
"An experienced werewolf." She amended. "I'm barely in control myself, you know."
Stiles groaned loudly. "Fine. But can you just use your wolfiness and badass delinquent skills to get me something?"
"What?" She raised an eyebrow.
Stiles grinned mischievously. "All you have to do is sneak into Coach's office and …"
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"Let's go. Sit, sit, sit, sit. We got a lot to cover today. Let's go. Quicker." Coach called to the stragglers in his class.
Scott saw Allison approaching the empty seat behind his and quickly hissed to Stiles and Oriana who were walking towards their seats.
"Hey, guys, one of you sit behind me."
Oriana kept walking at a leisurely pace, unhurried, while Scott glared at her giving a sarcastic 'thanks', while Stiles rushed about to sit down behind Scott but was too late.
He gave Scott a sorry look and sat in his usual seat behind Oriana who sat next to Scott.
Allison smiled at Stiles and Oriana in greeting as she sat down.
"I haven't seen you all day." Allison smiled at Scott.
"Uh, yeah. I've been, uh, super busy."
"When are you gonna get your phone fixed? I feel like I'm totally disconnected from you." Allison leaned forward pouting a little.
Scott looked around panicked. "Uh, soon. Real soon."
"I changed lab partners, by the way." Allison smiled smugly.
"Oh. To who?"
Oriana rolled her eyes at the boys idiocy.
"To you, dummy." Allison teased.
Scott looked back with wide eyes. "Me? I mean, are you sure?"
"Yeah." Allison said slowly as if she was talking to a child. "This way I have an excuse to bring you home and study." She smiled seductively. Scott looked away, unsure of how to change her mind.
Allison frowned and asked self-consciously. "You don't mind, do you?"
Oriana turned to glare at Scott. He looked between the two girls before deciding that Allison was the lesser of two evils. Always.
"I just - I don't want to bring your grade down." Scott assured his girlfriend.
"Well, I mean, maybe I can bring your grade up."
Stiles rolled his eyes wishing his friend would grow a spine.
"Come to my place tonight. 8:30?" Scott's girlfriend asked him with wide brown eyes that he just couldn't say no to.
"Tonight?" He stalled.
"8:30." She nodded.
Coach slammed a book down on his desk. "Let's settle down. Let's start with a quick summary of last night's reading. Greenberg, put your hand down. Everybody knows you did the reading. How about, uh - McCall."
"What?" He looked up.
"The reading." Coach sat on the front edge of his desk and continued.
"Last night's reading?"
Oriana scoffed at his poor attempts at stalling.
"How about, uh, the reading of the Gettysburg Address?" He mocked.
The class filled with laughter
"What?"
"That's sarcasm. You familiar with the term "sarcasm," McCall ?"
Scott looked back at Stiles. "Very."
Stiles smiled proudly.
"Did you do the reading or not?" Coach pressed.
"Uh - I think I forgot."
"Nice work, McCall. It's not like you're not averaging a "D" in this class." Some students laughed and Oriana turned to glare at one close to her giving the poor kid a heart attack. Coach stood up to come closer and lean forward on a desk to look Scott in the face.
"Come on, buddy. You know I can't keep you on the team if you have a "D." How about you summarize, uh, the previous night's reading?"
Oriana heard a beeping noise and turned to see Stiles looking at something under his desk with an 'oh crap' face. It was Scott's heartbeat. She could hear it rising with the sound of the beeping.
"No? How about the, uh, the night before that?"
Scott looked down.
"How about you summarize anything you've ever read - In your entire life?!"
The beeping became louder.
"I - I, uh –" Scott stuttered, looking around frantically. Oriana glared at Coach. On a normal day she'd probably find this funny but today was not the day and her friend did not need this right now.
The beeping continued to rise steadily. She could smell Stiles' anxiety, Scott's anger and Coach's frustration surround her quickly and felt a little lightheaded.
"No? A blog? How about, uh, how about, uh, the back of a cereal box!? No? How about the adults only warning from your favorite website you visit every night? Anything? Thank you, McCall, thank you. Thank you, McCall! Thank you for extinguishing any last flicker of hope I have for your generation. You just blew it for everybody. Thanks. Next practice you can start with suicide runs."
The beeping suddenly became to decline slowly.
"Unless that's too much reading. All right. Everybody else, settle down."
Oriana looked over at Scott. He had a small smile on his face, his hand linked with Allison's behind him.
Great. She thought to herself. He just has to have things complicated, doesn't he?
OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOH (A/N: Just noticed that these look like
hohoho. Merry Christmas!)
"It's her." Stiles told them as they walked down the hallway.
"What do you mean?" Scott asked looking around for 'her'.
"It's Allison. Remember what you told me about the night of the full moon? You were thinking about her, right? About protecting her."
Scott nodded, allowingly. "Okay."
"Remember the night of the first lacrosse game? You said you could hear her voice out on the field."
"Yeah, I did."
"Well, so that's what brought you back so you could score. And then after the game in the locker room, you didn't kill her. At least not like how you were trying to kill me. She brings you back, is what I'm saying."
"No, no, no, but it's not always true, because literally every time I'm kissing her or - or touching her – "
Oriana interrupted."No, that's not the same." She informed them. Stiles nodding in agreement. "When you're doing that, you're just another hormonal teenager thinking about sex, you know?" She noticed the look on the shaggy haired boy's face and scowled.
"You're thinking about sex right now, aren't you?" Stiles asked incredulously.
Scott gave a dopey smile and nodded. "Yeah. Sorry."
Stiles shook his head and continued where Oriana had left off. "That's fine. Look, back in the classroom when she was holding your hand, that was different, okay? I don't think she makes you weak. I - I think she actually gives you control. She's kind of like an anchor."
"She's your anchor." Oriana said at the same time.
Oriana stared at Stiles in amazement.
They stopped. "You mean because I love her." Scott said.
"Exactly." Oriana swallowed, still looking at Stiles.
"Did I just say that?" Scott asked.
"Yes, you just said that." Stiles rolled his eyes.
Scott repeated. "I love her."
"That's great. Now, moving on – "
"No, no, no, really. I think I'm totally in love with her." Scott said wondrously with a meaning smile.
"And that's beautiful. Now, before you go off and write a sonnet, can we figure this out, please? Because you obviously can't be around her all the time."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Sorry. So what do I do?"
Stiles sighed. "I don't know. Yet." He turned around in spot, looking every which way for inspiration.
Oriana suddenly reached forward and grabbed Stiles' shoulders and stood on her toes to whisper into his ear. His hand automatically went to her waist to steady her, his heartbeat speeding up.
Scott smirked as he watched his friends interact and wondered when they'd finally get together.
Stiles' eyes locked with Scott's and gave a big smile nodding along with Oriana's hushed words.
"Oh, no. You've got an idea haven't you?" Scott asked, dreading that look that had often resulting in his pain.
Oriana let him go and stood back. "Yeah." She had a small mischievous smirk set In place.
"Is this idea gonna get me in trouble?"
"Maybe."
"Is this idea gonna cause me physical pain?"
"Yeah, definitely. Come on." Stiles said grabbing Scotts arm and began leading him away.
Oriana rolled her eyes and waved. "Later."
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"Wait for me outside, I'm picking you up." Derek hung up the phone before Oriana could respond.
She huffed angrily and reluctantly took off her pajamas to re-dress in dark blue skinny jeans, black knee high laced boots, a flowy black tank top and her leather jacket. She left her hair in its messy bun on top of her head and didn't bother re-applying her makeup. She was glad her back was now fully healed, that bandage was uncomfortable under her shirt.
She waited on the stone steps for the Camero to arrive, which it did only a minute later. When she got in the passenger seat she smelt a foreign scent and looked behind to see an unconscious man with a bald head and dark skin tied and gagged on the backseats.
"Who's the dude?" She asked casually.
"Scott's boss."
She nodded. "Cool."
When they pulled up to the school the only other car there was Stiles' jeep. The owner of said jeep and his best friends were standing by the back doors.
"Where's my boss?" Scott asked as soon as they exited the car.
"He's in the back." Derek pointed.
"Oh, well, he looks comfortable." Stiles snarks.
"Why's he here anyhow?" Oriana asked.
"You don't even know why he's here?" Stiles asked her. "You have him tied up and unconscious and you're just now asking why?"
She shrugged, leaning back on her cousin's car with folded arms. "Hakuna Matata."
Stiles gaped at her. "How have you watched the Lion King but not Star Wars?"
"Me and Laura had 'movies-you-absoulutly-have-to-watch-if-you're-going-to-survive' weekends." She shrugged again.
"What?! Why wasn't Star Wars one of them?!"
"What could Space Wars teach me in order to survive?" She asked.
Stiles almost had an aneurism. "It's Star Wars! And what could the Lion King?!"
She looked at him blankly before repeating. "Hakuna Matata."
He stared at her slack jawed.
"It means 'no worries – '"
"I know what it means!" Stiles shouted waving a pair of bolt cutters around wildly.
Derek noticed the tool and interrupted their pointless conversation.
"Wait. Hey. What are you doing?"
"You said I was linked with the Alpha. I'm gonna see if you're right." Scott informed him, waving for Stiles to follow him as he walked up to the School's chained doors.
The Hale cousins watched the pair as they broke the chain and continued into the school.
"What do you see in him?" Derek asked suddenly.
"What?" She looked over at him startled.
"That pale kid."
"Stiles?" She asked.
He rose an eyebrow, eerily similar to the way she does.
"I don't know what you mean." She looked away.
"You know, I can hear your heart beat, right?" He came to lean on the car beside her mimicking her position with his arms crossed.
"You like him."
"No, I don't." She denied, her eyes on the school doors, praying that the boys would show up and save her from the awkward conversation.
"Yeah. You do." He insisted. "I don't know why but you do."
"No. He's human."
He looked at the ground, a far off look in his eye, "That doesn't always matter."
"I'm not – good." She choked out, unable to deny it any longer.
He looked at her in question.
"For him."
"What?!"
She jumped and looked at her cousin's angry face.
"Did he tell you that?! That little – " He started for the school but she grabbed his arm and stopped him.
"No. He…he thinks I'm beautiful." She told him as if it proved her point, looking down.
He watched her, knowing that those words meant something more, deeper, then their usual meaning.
He grasped her chin lightly and pulled her head up. "You are." He told her.
She hugged him forcefully.
Suddenly a loud shrill yowl filled the silent night air.
They both looked up. "You have got to be kidding me." They said together, almost embarrassed to share a species with the kid.
Not a minute later a loud roar came from the school echoing into the night. They watched the woods for movement until the dumb duo appeared again with proud smiles.
"I'm gonna kill both of you." Derek threatened them as they came closer.
"What the hell was that? What are you trying to do, attract the entire state to the school?" Oriana asked angrily.
Scott looked only slightly apologetic. "Sorry. I didn't know it would be that loud.
Stiles laughed. "Yeah, it was loud. And it was AWESOME." He smiled giddily.
"Shut up." Derek told him calmly, looking at Oriana as if to ask 'Really? Him?!'.
"Don't be such a sour wolf."
"What'd you do with him?" Scott asked looking at the open backdoor of the camero.
"What? I didn't do anything." Derek asked looking at the empty seat where Deaton was just lying.
A loud growl suddenly came from behind them and Derek automatically shoved Oriana away. Stiles and Scott caught her between them and they all watched in horror as Derek was impaled of the alpha's claws and lifted from the ground, blood spilling from his lips.
"Derek!" Oriana tried to run forward to save her cousin but the boys both held her back.
The alpha threw him towards the side of the school where he fell. And didn't get back up.
"NO!" Oriana screamed in agony, almost as if she could feel Derek's pain, and crumbled. The alpha locked eyes with her for a second and just stared. The boys dragged her between them as they ran to the building. Her eyes stayed locked on the alphas red ones as they ran with her. It watched them retreat into the building, making no move to follow. Yet.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Now it gets exciting! What did you think?! Let me know what you liked, didn't like and want to see in the future!