Me: So I've decided that I really want to have Stiles and Barry fight a metahuman together at some point and have mentally started creating one. Here is what I have so far;
Sylvia Arelie Ness (why she has a middle name will be explained), 17 years old, nicknamed Ghost, she is a meta-human (duh) and her abilities include as followed: travelling between planes of existence/dimensions and summoning/controlling creatures in those planes/dimensions.
Stiles: More information will not be shared as we want it to be a surprise. Wow, that sounded nothing like me. Who were these scripts written by?
Me: Shut up
Disclaimer Here → I have finals next week so if I don't update a lot (not that I really do) that's why… I don't own?
3rd Person POV
Starling City was not what Stiles had expected. The name made it sound brighter, more lively, than it really was. In reality it was bleak and dark, darker than Beacon Hills. It was just the feel of it, the feel of the emotions wafting off of people. Stiles shuddered softly and decided to stick as close to Felicity as possible. Which was currently why he had occupied one of the spinny chairs near her and spun himself in circles. Caitlin was on the other side of Felicity, just watching Barry and Oliver. Off to the side Barry and Oliver were arguing, which looked comical due to the sushi in Barry's hands. John and Leila were talking softly to Cisco, probably about something or another.. Then there was the dude that looked scarily like Jackson, introduced as Roy Harper, and Stiles was really trying to avoid judging him.
"Why do they all wear leather?" Stiles asked Felicity, spinning in circles like alway.
"You're making me dizzy doing that. Stop it," Felicity silently looked at all the superheroes around them, "I don't know. Not to mention it's skintight."
"Stop looking at my brother like that." Stiles stopped spinning, "You're right. Wouldn't that just rub in all the wrong areas? Maybe they think it's cool?"
"Definitely garners them attention."
"What are you guys talking about?" Roy asked, coming over.
Stiles and Felicity glanced at each other before looking back at the monitors. There was nothing important there but since Roy fell in the category they were talking about… yeah. Best not. Oh and he almost forgot that thanks to the little pills, and some help from little herb stuff from Oliver, Stiles was now officially healed and cleared. Which was good because he could feel that Oliver was definitely going to do something. When was a good question.
It was actually during the whole Captain Boomerang fiasco that it started. Little things at first, but slowly it got bigger. All of it reminding Stiles of what was going on at Beacon Hills. While he was with Barry right now he knew he would be going back soon. Very soon. He just hoped Oliver would reconsider not telling him anything about the Darach or even Darach's in general.
Mostly it felt like something was following him, a dark presence just looming over his shoulder. For the most part he could shake it off, but then things started moving. His keys appearing in the foundry when he was sure they had been left at Beacon Hills, a pen that he left on the computer desk suddenly sitting near the weapons, and even his phone ending up in his coat pocket when a second ago he had set it on the desk. It was driving him nuts. For the most part he had brushed it off, until the keys incident, with all the hustle and bustle going on with his brother and Oliver.
"You okay?" Roy asked him one day, as Stiles turned in circles trying to find where he put the pad of paper.
"Have you seen...?" Stiles started, gesturing wildly with his hands in what he hoped resembled a rectangle, "Paper… notebook thing? It was right there."
While Roy was less of an asshole then Jackson (much less) he did rub Stiles the wrong way at times. But that might be that he just didn't listen a lot and probably got Oliver in more trouble than what was absolutely necessary. However Roy did have a knack of finding the things Stiles lost, which proved good as Roy grabbed the pad of paper off of a random chair.
"This one?" Roy asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Yes! Thank you!"
Then the next day it grew. Some weird marking appeared on Stiles side, reminding him of a hand. Like someone had grabbed his side and squeezed, a red hot hand that burned him. Poking it didn't cause any pain so he did his best to ignore it, instead turning his attention to helping Barry and Oliver. One night the feeling he had came back, the whole Oliver training him, and he soon found himself on the training mat with Roy as a spectator.
"Here," Oliver tossed a staff at him and Stiles caught it after some fumbling.
"What are we doing?" Stiles asked, clutching the staff to him.
"That's a quarterstaff, you're learning how to fight. Tomorrow you're going back to Beacon Hills right?"
Stiles nodded, "Well, Star Labs first to make sure that I'm one hundred percent okay but other than that yes."
"Good, spread your legs. A little over shoulder width." Oliver used his foot to spread them just right, "One foot in front of the other."
Stiles shuffled his feet around, following Oliver's direction. Once Oliver decided it was perfect he continued on. Telling Stiles exactly how to stand and letting Stiles do it himself, only helping when necessary. Which was quite often if Stiles was being honest with himself. At one point Oliver took the quarterstaff back and poked Stiles with it, actually smiling slightly when he didn't fall backwards.
"Put your non-dominant hand at the base of the weapon," Oliver continued, "Other hand a quarter way up. You do know what a quarter is right?"
Stiles' only response was a glare, taking the quarterstaff back and placing his hands in the position. There was some minor fixing from Oliver, which honestly made it feel more comfortable but Stiles wasn't going to admit that outloud. Oliver walked away from him and grabbed another quarterstaff, coming over and getting in the same position that he had just put Stiles in.
"Block my attacks," Oliver told him.
"Wha?" Stiles didn't get a chance to respond before he was jumping out of the way of a downward strike.
The way Oliver fought was fluid, almost like he was one with the staff. Stiles blocked to the best of his abilities. There were multiple strikes that did rain down on him. Bruises starting to blossom on his arms and sides, so far Oliver hadn't aimed at his head.
"You can't always hide and catch them by surprise," Oliver said, even as he swiped at Stiles legs.
Stiles jumped over and tried to strike at Oliver, feinting to one side but switching and trying to jab Oliver's side. It was blocked easily and they clashed staffs a few times before Stiles went back into the first stance, watching Oliver carefully.
"Sometimes you need to go hand to hand, staff to staff. Practice long and hard, you need to be able to hold your own," Oliver managed to knock Stiles to the ground with a few well-placed blows.
Stiles winced as he fell hard. Now there was a bruise on his bum, that was just great. It seemed that Oliver had gotten relaxed and Stiles quickly used the quarterstaff too hit the back of his knees. Oliver fell back as well, even as Stiles flopped himself back on the ground.
"You're pretty good at it," Oliver said, looking like he was comfortable on the ground.
"Pretty good doesn't cover it," Roy said from his position at the end of the mat, "He's better than I was at the beginning."
"Some practice and you could become a menace with that thing. Maybe even master some other weapons too."
"I'm one big bruise," Stiles muttered, staring at the ceiling.
"You managed to knock Oliver down," Roy told him, pouring some water over his head, "Not many can claim that."
"I'm one big bruise… maybe two big bruises?"
Oliver got to his feet and helped pull Stiles to his feet. There was a grin on the older man's face, despite the fact that Stiles had lost. Maybe Roy hadn't been joking. Was Stiles really a natural at this? He wondered why that would be.
"Keep practicing, you might even be able to beat me next time I see you," Oliver smiled, "Make sure not to be predictable and make your own moves. Otherwise it's easy for your opponent to beat you."
"How am I supposed to be practice? Everyone at home doesn't use quarterstaffs," Stiles replied with a raised eyebrow, handing back the staff, "Or have one I can borrow."
Oliver pushed it back into his hand, "Keep it. Made of mountain ash wood, unbreakable. Think you might need it."
Clenching his hand around the staff, feeling the hum of the mountain ash, Stiles glanced up at Oliver. For once he could actually see the emotions on Oliver's face. Usually Oliver didn't show much on his face when he was around Stiles, keeping them tight at hand and refusing to show anything to Stiles. As far as Stiles could tell it was because Oliver didn't want to seem weak, especially around him, and Stiles still wasn't sure why.
"Thanks," Stiles' mind was still in shock from getting this.
"You can't be unprepared in your town Stiles," Oliver told him, "I don't know all that is going on, you haven't told me everything, but I know that you need to be careful."
"I know… Thank you Oliver."
A wind blew past them and the papers flew everywhere. Felicity slapped her hands down to keep some papers down. Once the wind stopped Stiles looked up and grinned at the sight of his brother, hands by his side in an almost lazy fashion.
"You ready Stiles? Already took Cait and Cisco back," Barry leaned back against the wall.
Stiles looked over at Oliver, who patted his back gently, before nodding over at Barry. His older brother grinned and walked over, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"See you later Oliver," Barry said with a wink.
"I sure hope not," Oliver sighed.
"You're just saying that cause you lost."
Before Stiles could question either of them he was whisked away in a familiar fashion. However halfway there they took a detour suddenly, without an answer from Barry as to why. He was dropped at Star Labs, once again, too the shock of Cisco and Caitlin. Barry zoomed out before he could ask him.
"What's going on?!" Stiles demanded of the two there.
"Sti down and be quiet," Caitlin ordered.
**********TWDCF*********
It was on the news. Ever since Scott had found out where Stiles had disappeared too, Derek and Peter (well, sometimes Peter) began to watch the news. It was… horrifying to say the least. The Flash was battling the Reverse Flash, running around the city. Constantly the cameras were switching, trying to keep track of the action. It was only due to their werewolf eyes that they could even keep track of the punches. To their utter horror it looked like the Flash, their eyes catching sight of him. Derek recognized him within a second, even with the hood on. But he kept quiet, wanting it to be sure.
They returned to outside of Star Labs, their fight zooming around the building. Until the Flash was thrown on the ground of Star Labs, the mask off his face. No one on the television could see him, as his face was vibrating too fast for even the cameras to see. Peter sat up straight, looking over at Derek with horror.
"Get him on the phone, call him," Peter ordered.
Despite Derek being the alpha, he agreed with Peter. Stiles picked up on the second ring.
"He's in trouble," Derek said, not needing to say who it is.
*******TWDCF*******
It hurt, everything hurt. Of course he wasn't ready to defeat the Man in Yellow. But now he was going to die. Before he could even get to know his brother better. The life he could have had with his brother. Writhing in pain, trying to return back to his fight, Barry stared up in horror as the Man in Yellow stood over him.
He was going to die. The hand above him vibrated at a speed that would go straight through his body without leaving a mark. His death would be ruled as a heart-attack, unless they found him in his suit. Hopefully Stiles and the others wouldn't let that happen. Unless the police found his body first.
Just as he was about to accept his death a voice came over his com, ~You gotta get out of there.~ Stiles… He couldn't give up. But before he could fight back a cloud of flames blew the Man in Yellow off of him. Turning to thank his rescuer all he saw was a scarred face in black. Flames surrounded the unknown person, her scarred face in a permanent creepy smile. What was it?
~Barry?~
His brother's voice was quiet, scared. Yet Barry couldn't look away from the person in the flames. Then she was gone, the flames had disappeared as well. The shock wore off quickly and he grabbed the Man in Yellow, Eobard Thawne. During the time away from Stiles he had quickly learned about the Man in Yellow.
"I'm okay…" Barry told him, face to face now, as his brother gave him a tight hug.
"You're so stupid," Stiles muttered.
"Now let's get you home, for real."
And with a rush of wind they were gone.
***********TWDCF**********
When Stiles had gotten home he noticed a note hidden in the pocket of his coat. How and when it had gotten there was a mystery to him, a mystery that he was sure had to do with Oliver. Especially when he had found what the note was about. But first there was a little special note, on the other side of the paper, that read:
Stiles,
I don't agree with what you are doing. But getting to know you (and knowing your brother) I know that you will not let this rest. You might as well not go in blind. However as a friend of your brother please do not be rash. Practice what I have taught you and hone your skills in order to properly go against the Darach. Otherwise you will fail and all of you will die.
Be careful,
Oliver
A small smirk covered Stiles' face, he knew Oliver would come around, before he looked over at the quarterstaff. Thankfully his father hadn't been here when Barry had dropped him off. Immediately Stiles had gone upstairs and hid the quarterstaff under his bed. Tomorrow he planned to head out to the woods and practice. Do what Oliver told him and make his own moves, maybe even practice with Allison in some other weapons. Maybe he could surprise Oliver next time he saw him.
Turning the paper over he began to read the notes, everything Oliver knew about Darach's. It was so much more than what he could find on the internet. And now so much made sense. A small curse escaped his lips and he remembered what was going on tonight, sponsored by Mrs. Blake. Who, by Oliver's words, was the only one that could be the Darach.
Grabbing the quarterstaff again, feeling the hum of the mountain ash, Stiles twirled it in his hands. Knowing that it was made of mountain ash made Stiles wonder if that was what caused him to 'be a natural' to quote Roy. But there was no time for that, he had to get to the event. Thankfully he still had the keys to his car, in his coat pocket, and his car in the garage. Turning it over he peeled out of the garage and drove as quickly as he could too the school. As he came closer he began to fear it was too late. Stopping the car he got out and heard a loud scream.
"Lydia?" he questioned, following Scott as he rushed into another building.
By the time he had gotten inside the door was blocked, Scott punching the door trying to get in. A familiar voice came through from the other side and Stiles rushed over, trying to use the quarterstaff to break through. While it was indestructible it didn't seem able to break through the door. He had to get over there. His dad was in there.
"DAD!" Stiles screamed.
Lydia was practically falling over in the chair, even as his Dad tried to fight. Shooting at Mrs. Blake even as she came closer, the injuries healing quickly. Fear filled him, even as he gripped at the door weakly. She was just getting closer and closer. Seconds later the door opened and Stiles rushed inside, rushing towards where his Dad had only been moments ago.
"Where'd he go?! Where'd he go?!" Stiles screamed, looking back at Scott and Lydia.
"I don't know," Scott said helplessly.
"WHERE'S MY DAD?!"
The quarterstaff in his hand was raised defensively, but he wasn't going to strike. These were his friends, his friends. But his dad was gone. He didn't know what to do. A soft sob broke into his hands and he mentally told himself not to call Barry. Barry had his own issues to take care of. He could do this on his own. But still he couldn't seem to gain a breath. Air seemed to be unable to stay inside of him, instead gasping out.
"Stiles, breath," Scott was in front of him now, "We'll get him back."
Collapsing to the ground Stiles dropped the quarterstaff. It clattered on the ground and rolled against his leg. The mountain ash in the staff hummed, sensing the shock beginning to crawl throughout his body. Continuous no's fell from his lips, hands gripping and pulling at his hair. The world around him spun and he shut his eyes tightly. Every sound around him echoed, his own name, the footsteps coming closer, everything. A hand grasped his arm and he lashed out without thinking, grabbing the quarterstaff and lunging.
"Stiles!"
Blindly he attacked, using the moves he learned from Oliver as well as some of his own making. Each blow was accompanied by a soft sob. Eventually he was knocked to the ground, unable to tell how long he had fought. Once again the quarterstaff slipped out of his fingers, even as he buried his face in his hands.
"It's okay, it's okay," the words echoed out of someone's mouth.
The person who was talking rested a hand on his shoulder. Slowly raising his head Stiles met Scott's face. Blood was dripping out of his nose, slowly lessening, with a fading bruise above his eye. Had he just done this? To his best friend?
"Stiles, you okay now?" Scott asked.
"I'm never going to be okay again Scott," Stiles whispered, "Not if my dad…"
Silently he hoped that Scott would say something, anything to make him feel better. Yet his friend didn't respond. Maybe there was nothing to say. Stiles hope was crushed. Hope that his brother in all but blood would give him something to hold onto. That was a vain hope…
"We need to get out of here, before she comes back," Scott whispered, grabbing his arm and pulling him up.
"Scott…" he felt numb, "What am I…?"
"...Going to do?"
"Yeah…"
Lydia was slowly coming too, standing to her feet. But Stiles didn't pay much attention to her. Instead he stared at his feet, the quarterstaff firmly in his hand again. It hummed in an almost comforting way, familiar to him. No matter what weapon he trained himself in he would always be more familiar and more comfortable with the quarterstaff Oliver gifted him.
"I don't know, but we'll do something," Scott said, "We need to go to Deaton's."
That same night Melissa and Argent were taken. Just as what Oliver said would happen in his note. By this point Stiles was desperate. After a quick call to Derek, who agreed to meet them at Deaton's, Stiles gave Scott the keys numbly. The drive there was left with Stiles shaking, holding his Dad's old badge in his hand tightly. Deaton had told them to grab something to connect them to their parents. While Scott chose his mother's watch, why Stiles didn't know. Then again Scott probably didn't understand why he chose his Dad's older battered badge. This badge had saved his Dad's life.
Once they got to Deaton's they met Isaac, Derek, and Allison. Derek's eyes immediately met his and Stiles swallowed deeply. As though he had found what he sought, Derek looked away towards Deaton.
"You have to take their place," Deaton explained, showing them the metal tubs filled with mistletoe and ice cold water.
"A three-fold death," Stiles whispered staring at it, "Mistletoe poisoning, drowning, and hypothermia."
Deaton didn't respond and Stiles gripped the badge tighter. The explanation didn't take that long and soon Stiles found himself standing behind the tub with Derek behind him. Lydia was standing off to the side, watching them with her arms tight around her body. Soon he stepped in, the cold starting at his toes and climbing up his body. But he continued, feeling the icy water moving higher and higher before engulfing his whole body. Tightening his hold on the badge even as he felt Derek's hands cup his shoulders. His eyes closed and he knew no more.
*********TWDCF*********
It was white. Oh so very white. His clothes dripped onto the cold tile floor, his hair clinging to his head. In the middle of the floor was a wooden stump, overgrown roots spreading around them. A quick glance around him let him know that Allison and Scott were there too. That meant it had worked… he was… he was dead? Oh Oliver and Barry were going to kill him as soon as he came back. Which was kinda counterproductive but who really knew what went on inside their head.
Slowly they all stepped towards the wooden stump in the middle. The closer they got the bigger it seemed, but it never went taller than his hip. It was old, with moss and small twigs in the middle. At one point this tree was probably huge and majestic. It was calling to him in the same manner that mountain ash did, humming a greeting. His hand hovered over the tree, uncertainly, as did the others. A quick glance to each other, their eyes holding the same uncertainties. Taking a deep breath they all nodded before setting their palms on the stump of the tree. Immediately Stiles felt a warmth spread throughout his entire body, before turning icy cold.
*********TWDCF*********
Rising through the water, feeling the droplets running down his face. The water was no longer cold, it was lukewarm. How long had it been? That felt like a few minutes but if the ice had melted? Already Allison and Scott had gotten out of the tub, with the help of Lydia and Isaac. Derek had his hands under Stiles' armpits, pulling him up. Something felt different though, off. He couldn't place it.
"I might have werewolf strength Stiles but it does help now and again if you actually helped out," Derek told him.
"Sorry," Stiles slipped out of the tub, falling heavily against Derek and clinging to him even as he got a towel wrapped around him.
"You were out for six hours," Lydia said.
While he had no feeling in his body yet, shock apparently didn't agree with that. Stumbling even more against Derek, which reminded him of the time when he had to hold Derek up in the pool for hours. That had been so easy. His dad was still around then. A beacon of hope for him in Beacon Hills. Now his dad was gone, all he had to lean on was his pack right now. Maybe that should be enough.
"Derek, you and I need to go up against the Alpha Pack and the Darach," need to go save our parents. They know where it is. We just need to last Scott said with a soft sigh, using the towel to dry his damp hair, "The others long enough to get our parents out."
There was a subtle grip tightening around his shoulder, Derek tensing up. For once Stiles showed some semblance of tact and didn't mention it, instead moving slightly closer in Derek's embrace. No one said anything if they noticed this minor interaction. A shiver wracked through Stiles' body and he briefly wished he had his brother's speed, it would make this so much easier. That thought was banished a second later. Being human worked for Oliver, it worked for Thea and Roy, he could do this. A human in a pack of werewolves, this was possible. Taking a deep breath he steeled himself and nodded at the others.
"Isaac, Allison, you guys head to the Nemeton. Lydia we need you here," Stiles didn't even wait for her argument and plowed on, "I need to grab something from my house," aka the quarterstaff, "It'll help in the long run trust me."
Everyone split and Stiles climbed into his jeep. Thanks to his brother and foster family the jeep had been fixed fairly quickly. Cisco had tried to tinker with it, but Stiles only let him fix some stuff and add some more police radios in from Central and Starling City specifically. Then he had Caitlin cut him of. Turning over the car Stiles drove home, grabbed the quarterstaff and quickly changed into dry clothes, before heading to the Nemeton.
At the speed he was going it was surprising he hadn't crashed sooner.
Swerving out of the way of, what was that?, Stiles crashed into a tree. His head bounced against the steering wheel and blood dripped from his forehead. It was only thanks to Cisco's secret tinkering behind his back (which he would thank him for discretely) that the crash wasn't worse. Wiping the blood away Stiles shook his head, dazed. Thankfully there were only minor dents, again Cisco, before he managed to remember what he was doing. Nemeton. Dad.
He got there in the knick of time. The Nemeton was caving in. Jumping in Stiles shoved his quarterstaff between the floor and roof. Isaac's eyes lost their glow as he slumped back against his foster mother, exhausted. Allison sagged against the side of the Nemeton, next to her father. Desperately Stiles looked to his right, before tackling his dad in a tight hug. No longer did he have to be strong. Tightening his grip against his father his whole body shook with anxiety and sobs. Everything from the past few days seemed raw now.
"I'm here," his dad whispered to him, "I'm here."
********TWDCF********
Something seemed off. It had been that way since he dropped Stiles off at home. But there wasn't really anything that should make it seem that way. Okay, maybe there was the whole Oliver gifting Stiles a quarterstaff and training him in it. But that was Oliver, who was going to get a really angry talking too, and seemed normal. However Oliver was also very, very strict about who he trained. There had to be a reason. Unhelpfully though Oliver was being very closed mouth.
"Get your head in the game Red," Snart snipped at him, shooting another beam of ice at him, "Are you gonna stop us or just dodge?"
~Is he flirting with you?~ Cisco asked over the comm.
"Shut up," Barry growled, aimed at both Cisco and Snart.
"Now that's not very nice Red."
Lightning sparked in his eyes and Barry sped past Snart, cutting off the younger Snart and Rory. However both shot their respective guns at him, creating a dangerous mixture. With a yelp Barry darted back to Cold, punching him across the face. Instead of looking angry, Cold looked impressed.
"Didn't know you had it in you Red," Cold winked at him, "Maybe you are worth getting attention from."
~He is so flirting with you right now man~ Cisco said.
Once again Barry growled, a slight flush on his face. Cisco was so not helping matters. Then again when did he ever? Apparently Glider and Heatwave were getting impatient, shooting their guns at him once again. Dodging quickly, slightly frustrated from the two of them, Barry circled around them and cut in the middle. Grabbing the bags of whatever they were filled with this time, Barry quickly returned them to the building they had just been robbed from. When he returned outside they were gone, a single note left on the ground. Picking it up Barry immediately flushed.
We should do it again sometime.
-Snart
Quickly crumpling up the note, before either Cisco or Caitlin could read it, Barry ran off. Once he got to Star Labs, ignoring the minor teasing from Cisco and the disapproving looks from Caitlin, Barry ran a hand through his hair. There was something going on, the chill in his spine had only gotten worse. No contact from Stiles yet, not that surprising though the kid probably had gone to bed, or from anyone else. Even Oliver was on radio silence, annoying yes but not uncommon, however Felicity hadn't even contacted them. She at least kept them updated on the going on's in Starling, which they happily returned with their own news. Occasionally they would even get some news from Gotham (usually reminding them to stay out) and even once a message from Robin (no, they don't know which one it was) telling them that if they ever needed help to contact one of the numbers (now inputted in the Star Labs phone and forwarded to Felicity in case there was ever a time they couldn't help in Starling). But complete radio-silence was a new one.
"Any news from Stiles?" Barry asked, once again in his civilian clothes.
"No, but Beacon Hills is having a major storm right now. Their cell towers are down," Caitlin said.
"It's strange too. Came out of nowhere, no warning. Just bam, storm," Cisco added.
"Any signs of it being a meta?" Barry demanded, moving to look over Cisco's shoulder.
"Nada, no one that was there during the accelerator is in Beacon Hills. Besides, Weather Wizard is locked up."
Furrowing his brows Barry considered demanding answers out of Oliver. That would probably only cause him to clam up more. Then Cisco's eyes widened and he refreshed the page a few times.
"No way. Bad weather just went caput. It's gone," Cisco said, refreshing the page once more.
"What?" even Caitlin looked over this time.
Walking away from them Barry pulled out his phone. There was no way to call Stiles, since the Cell Towers were down in Cisco was right, but he could demand answers out of Oliver. Quickly dialing he listened to it ring. On the fifth ring someone answered.
~Hi Barry!~
"Felicity," Barry greeted, leaning against the wall, "Is Oliver available?"
~Training Roy and I really don't want to stop them.~
Chuckling softly he glanced over at the sound of footsteps, "I'd imagine not."
~They stopped anyways, looks like Oliver is contemplating whether he should let me torture you or come save you.~
"I need to ask him a question so if you could help me torture him it'd be much appreciated."
Joe walked by him, looking startled to see him outside the cortex. Holding up a finger, silently asking for a minute, Barry listened to the muffled voices of Felicity and Oliver. Joe continued on into the cortex. A second later Oliver grunted over the line, his way of greeting.
"Hello to you to Ollie," Barry sighed, "You seen the stuff going on at Beacon Hills?"
~What do you think?~
"No? What would make a storm, a nine out of ten, disappear suddenly?"
Silence. Complete and utter silence. Brows furrowing together Barry wondered if Oliver was even there still. Pulling the phone away from his ears he checked to make sure Oliver hadn't hung up on him without him realizing it. No, hadn't been hung up on. Returning the phone to his ear Barry waited patiently.
~A storm. It just disappeared?~
"Yeah. I know Stiles said something to you to make you even consider training him, much less giving him a quarterstaff. Does this have something to do with that?"
~Partially. Don't worry about it Barry. It's not anything bad~
"What is it?"
In response he got hung up on. Growling softly, this just wasn't his day was it?, Barry returned to the cortex. Rubbing the bridge of his nose he collapsed on the chair next to Cisco, letting it spin slightly till it stopped. Taking a deep breath Barry looked up at Joe.
"What is it?" Barry asked tiredly.
"Any idea on where the Rogues went?" Joe replied, raising an eyebrow, "While we appreciate that the Flash returned the stolen property some are starting to question whether or not he's secretly working with the Rogues."
"Why?"
"They always seem to get away when it comes to the Flash."
Sighing once again Barry gestured over at Caitlin and Cisco tiredly. The other two started suggesting places to Joe, even as Barry's phone vibrated. A text then. Hopefully it was Oliver with something, even just a minor explanation as to the abrupt end of their conversation.
From Felicity:
Stiles approached Oliver alone after the whole arrow incident. I couldn't get sound but I got video. Nothing really important other than some angry motions on both their parts. Whatever it is it got Oliver upset, I'd suggest using some caution with this Barry.
Well that only gave more questions and less answers. Returning his phone to his pocket Barry leaned back, thinking about how to approach this. Stiles seemed the best option here. Knowing Oliver all approaching him about it would gain him a cold shoulder or even some more arrows shot at him. Best not.
*********TWDCF*********
It was over a week or so later, and Stiles could not . Or sleep at all really. Whenever he fell asleep he woke up screaming, usually with his Dad there trying to ground him. That's if he fell asleep. Even sleep meds weren't working, and they tasted gross, so he was stuck trying all these natural remedies. None worked, even the ones he found on those weird hippie sights. It got to the point he even hung up a dreamcatcher (that he infused with some mountain ash in case it was some supernatural thing). Nothing.
"One sheep, two sheep, red sheep, blue sheep," Stiles muttered, staring at the ceiling, "F*ck sheep, I need sleep."
Rolling over onto his side Stiles shivered. It was cold, why was he cold? Closing his eyes tightly Stiles tried to fall asleep. Instead the cold seeped even deeper and his eyes snapped open. This wasn't his bed? Where was he? Starting to panic slightly Stiles took shaky breathes, reaching into his pocket for his phone. Fumbling he hit Scott's name, bringing it to his ear.
~Stiles?~ a groggy voice came from the other side.
"S-scott?" Stiles asked.
That was when he blacked out. Everything faded away, before fading back. Flailing out he tried to attack whoever was holding him. Sobs broke through his lips. No, no, no. Repeating over and over again in his head. Eventually the echoing words broke through the fog in his mind.
"Stiles, Stiles. It's okay, it's okay," Melissa whispered to him, struggling to hold him close.
All the fight left him and he sagged against Melissa. What was happening to him? The woman that was like a mother to him pulled him closer, wrapping her arms around him. In response Stiles moved closer, feeling someone drape a blanket over him. There was no energy left for him to check and see who it was.
The rest of the night was a blur. At some point he returned home, when and how was a mystery to him. Instead he cozied himself up in his bed, staying their tiredly. His phone had died at some point in the night, but he was too tired to bother plugging it in. Besides, there was no way his dad (much less Melissa or the pack) would let him go to school tomorrow. Curling up in a tight ball he pretended to be asleep when his dad came in to check up on him. There was nothing wrong with him, nothing. Right?
Me: Setting up for the Nogitsune. While this was my favorite arch it's also insanely difficult to write and still do justice to the Nogitsune. However this will start an amazingly huge canon divergence which will be fun to see!
Stiles: She is currently a bit obsessed with the batfam right now so that's why that was snuck in there.
Me: Also, I'm kinda toying with a few ideas to let this be a bit longer. I'm thinking (and I'd love your input) that after the whole Nogitsune as soon as summer starts Stiles and the pack decides to spend some time in Central City (weeeeell Stiles does and the pack follows because they're nosy sh*ts) to get away from everything that happened.
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