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Stiles walked out tentatively, eyes scanning around the room, fortunately few heads turned back. Now h looked for his next desired object: a seat. To his horror he only saw one free option: the lone chair next to none other than Graham, who was currently looking his way with a combination of surprise and a glint of something that resembled a lion staring at a gazelle. Sucking up his dignity, and taking a deep breath, and moved forward, each step (my god was he glad he ditched the heels in the dressing room.) more humiliating than the next.

Finally he had made it. Without even looking over, he sat next to him. Costumes came and went. Seriously, Candy land? Is that Pacman? (That one was actually really cool.) Ignoring the arm that had slowly been sliding atop his on the armrest, as he waited for them to name the winners. This damn get up better have been worth it.

"Thank you Nooglers for watching, and now for the results. The winning costume goes to… Little Red and The Wolves!"

Oh thank god.

Slipping his arm out from under the ever creeping one, and made his way to the stage. They got their congratulations, and exited the stage, Stiles feeling grateful for every moment eyes left him.

"Report here tomorrow for your next challenge Nooglers." and with that the crowd dispersed.

In the hallway, he made his way to their room, closing his eyes in a moment of relief for a nice change of clothes waiting for him in his room. Only steps away now, he was suddenly thrown against the wall.

Looking up his hood fell down as the taller much stronger boy look him up and down, a leer stitched harshly into place. Struggling became useless, so soon he slumped into the grip. This asshole was strong, almost, too strong?

"What's a pretty little thing like you doing alone in a place like this." A smirk replaced the one of sheer perversion, but it was nothing like the amused arrogant one he had become used to in recent time. A hand was slipping closer and closer to his skirt, and were the other hand not holding his wrists above his head, he would have slapped the intruding appendage away.

"First off, really? You're going with a line like that? Maybe next time you think of assaulting someone you should try a better line. Secondly, it's Google Headquarters for Christ's sake! Does it seem like a place ridden with crime?"

This received him a long deep belly laugh, and a grin that made him want to shrink and hide, teeth bared almost like a feral animal.

"You're feisty, I like it."

Leaning in (to which Stiles cried out, a "Hey! What the hell are you doing?" resonating in the deserted corridor.) to his neck, he took a deep whiff. Now bringing his eyes up to lock with Stiles, they flashed a dangerous gold.

"And apparently you know what I am too. What are you doing so far from your pack little red? You never know what big bad wolf is gonna come to eat you up." The dangerous murmur was deathly soft, sounded too much like a promise.

Had he not been paralyzed with terror, he would have commented on how utterly cheesy that comment was. Stiles had never been more grateful to hear the clear drawl cut through the air.

"Excuse me, is there a problem here?"

He took a step forward. He turned briefly removing his grip up Stiles skirt, allowing the lean boy to sag, now only supported by the grip at his wrists.

"Not unless you want there to be." he growled in retort.

Graham took another step, smirk now turning equally threatening, demeanor getting darker.

"Then by all means, lets."

And with that he released Stiles and charged forward, the boy landing harshly on his feet, rubbing the finger shaped bruises on his thigh and wrist.

Finally realization hit. Shit, Graham. As the wolf lifted his fist, he took at the wolfsbane packet which he had hidden in his garter. (Did you really think he wouldn't be prepared?) And threw it directly at the attackers eyes.

Stumbling back with a scream, Stiles made him a wall of mountain ash, however it was thin and wouldn't last forever. Taking Grahams hand, he ran to their room. Maybe not the best location, but in his panic he hadn't had much time to think.

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL WAS THAT?!" Graham screamed, turning to Stiles, throwing his hands in the air.

"No time to explain." And soon he herd footsteps approaching, loading his gun, conveniently hidden under his clothes, he aimed and shot straight for the heart. Sure enough the wolfsbane had all taken its toll, and combined with the bullet he was dead.

Walking over he touched the man, and softly whispered "Iakan Norsempta" and the body turned to ash. Putting his gun back, and loading it again (Because after this it wasn't a risk he wanted to take.) and putting it under his clothes, he got out a dust pan and broom, making quick work, then throwing the mess in the trash. God was that close.

Finally he collapsed on the floor, letting himself sprawl in a ball of shock. Graham swiftly approached. Huh, he had forgotten about him. It seemed as though he were about to scream, but seeing the look on Stiles face, his anger deflated, expression softening.

Lifting Stiles up, he put his arm around the boy and guided him to bed. He was about to turn and walk off when a hand reached for his.

"Stay." Only one word, one soft whispered word. And yet, all Graham needed to hear. Getting into bed, he tentatively wrapped his arms around the pale man, cradling the head to his chest, and removed the offending cloak.

He felt lips moving against his chest, forming a soft mumbled,

"Didn't think it was coming back. Sorry. So so sorry."

He frowned, and shushed the boy soothingly. Wrapping his arms tighter, he whispered back

"Sleep now, we'll talk tomorrow."

And with that the two fell asleep in the comfort of each others arms, questions unsolved for both, but were prolonged for the sweet moment of dreams.

Author's Note: Hey! Guess what! I have another chapter after this that's fully written! :)

So if I can get 5 reviews for this chapter, then I will post it. :)

Have a rockin' day!

-Sinner

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