So, watching the third season Finale and I kinda started laughing when Devoid Stiles started flipping out at the real Stiles (and Lydia) all that DIVINE MOVE DIVINE MOVE! stuff.

Dylan O'Brien, so good at being a villain, he scared himself

Badum Tsss

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SSC

"You are already at that part? How did you read through that comic so fast?"

"I had some free time." Ariel replied to Stiles's question as they exited the chemistry classroom, hand in hand.

"You mean you neglected your homework." He corrected sending a disbelieving look her way, Ariel sighed in annoyance.

"I don't like it when words on a paper make me yawn."

Stiles couldn't help but smile at her words "At least you opted for reading Saga, I am impressed."

Ariel was surprised by the sudden kiss he placed on the top of her head. She would have dwelled on the bliss she had felt, if Deucalion's presence hadn't caught her eye. She stopped walking to watch him talk to Coach Finstock in front of his English classroom. Ariel had no interest in the topic. She only wanted to see Deucalion.

"—so I am going for the fries."

"What?" Ariel hadn't realized she was so immersed in her own thoughts that she missed her boyfriend's words. Stiles looked down at her, amused by her perplexed state.

"Fries for lunch." He repeated "You are coming right, or do you have soccer practice again?"

"No I." Ariel paused to glance back at Deucalion only to see him enter his classroom. Ariel quickly looked back at Stiles and smiled "I'll meet you there. I need to get a few things out of my locker."

"Alright." He replied with ease. Ariel was caught off guard by the loving way he stared at her with those honey brown eyes of his. The hesitation was momentary because she was reminded of the task at hand.

Stiles headed for lunch with his best friend, they were heading towards a free seat at the cafeteria with trays of food at hand when Scott spoke up.

"So Ariel and Deucalion seem to be on talking terms again huh?"

"What?" Stiles responded, bewildered by the true Alpha's words.

"Yeah, I just saw them in the classroom. And you were worried they wouldn't be able to stay in the same room together." Scott uttered effortlessly, Stiles frowned.

"I didn't know they were talking, do you know what about?"

"No, that would be snooping." Scott rebutted jokingly, but Stiles didn't seem amused. They sat down at one of the benches at a free table. Scott's concerned gaze was focused on his oddly silent best friend.

"Hey what's wrong?" He asked, attentively.

"Ariel's been acting a little distant lately." Stiles mumbled, he picked up his fork and began to stab lifelessly at his plate of fried fish.

"Distant how?"

"For one thing she is talking to Deucalion about something she is clearly uncomfortable telling me about. This is weird because I didn't think we kept secrets."

"Maybe she is planning a surprise for you? I heard girls did that?" Stiles had to admit, there was some hope in Scott's words, but the fore boarding feeling in his chest wouldn't leave.

"I think the only thing Deucalion is capable of planning is a hostile takeover." He retorted, hacking off a piece of fish before stabbing the flesh with the fork and putting it into his mouth.

"Which would NOT be surprising." He mumbled with a mouth full of food.

"You don't think she would be...?"Scott didn't want to say the words, especially when he didn't know how Stiles would react. The sherrif's son took the alpha's hint calmly and shook his head without hesitation.

"No, she wouldn't." But the lingering doubt was evident in his eyes "But it would be our duty to find out."

"You are seriously not suggesting we spy on your girlfriend." Scott dead-panned before taking a crater of a bit out of his apple before grimacing. He didn't know why he opted for eating fruit, being a wolf and all.

"Hey, I helped you spy on Allison." Stiles exclaimed.

"Yeah, when we were on a break." Scott defended.

"What about before that?"

"That was for her safety."

"Whatever, you still owe me." Stilinski grumbled, Scott sighed.

"Fine, but if we get caught you are on your own, which won't take long because Ariel is an alpha."

"Shit, I forgot about that." Stiles cursed "We will have to be extra careful then."

"Honestly, Stiles." Scott abandoned the red apple on to the plate before turning to his friend "Why can't you just ask her?"

"Oh that's a great idea coming from you."Stiles uttered with sarcastic eye roll "Oh hey Allison can I borrow your necklace? Oh while we are at it can I check your aunt's bag and see if she has bullet that can save Derek's life?"

Scott frowned and shot a glare in Stiles's direction "Okay I get it."

Stiles grinned, pleased he had won. Scott turned away thinking he would get to finish a meal before they went off to spy on Ariel. But Stiles was practically out of the cafeteria.

Scott groaned in aggravation before he abandoned his tray of food and trailed after his friend.

"What are they saying?"

Scott and Stiles were hiding at the bend of one of the walls within the school. Their eyes were locked in on Deucalion's class room. Scott could hear Ariel's soft agitated tone and Deucalion's deep drawling voice. Stiles who couldn't hear neither was growing agitated by his friend's silence.

"Something about him keeping secrets from her and how she knows because of the scar." Scott answered, while trying to ignore Stiles's breathing and focus on the two they were spying on.

"Scar?" Stiles echoed unsure, but then he fell silent as the situation dawned on to him "Oh..."

"What scar?" The true alpha demanded, not knowing any context. Stiles began to fill him in.

"Ariel had this scar on her neck. I thought it was something she got while training or something."

"Well she is pretty annoyed about it, Deucalion's speechless."

"Now what's happening?"

Scott listened intently "They are going to meet up later after school."

"Where?" the younger Stilinski pestered.

He sighed "I don't know."

Ariel and Deucalion had stopped talking after that, it was almost like they knew they were being heard. Scott heard them being vague about the location, like they were allowed to mention it out side of a safety zone for security purposes. He knew he wouldn't find out anymore Intel.

But Stiles was wildly disappointed.

"Look Stiles, this is clearly something she wants to do on her own. Maybe you should let her tell you on her own time." Scott advised gently, Stiles was nibbling furiously at the skin of his thumb. His honey gaze wide and frantic.

"Yeah but, I don't trust Deucalion. What if it is something dangerous?" Scott knew Stiles was doing that thing where he jumped to the worst possible conclusion. He didn't know how he could help prevent the frenzied train of thought his in best friend's mind.

"Then you are going to wait and hope she gets back in one piece."

Stiles was not assured, but Scott did make sense. Ariel wouldn't intentionally put herself in harm's way. She always had a purpose for her actions; he just hoped he would know sooner than later.

Stiles wad growing anxious waiting for a call or text from Ariel. He tried to divert his attention to his assignments but ended up playing Minecraft on his laptop. This ended up with him even more frustrated than before.

It felt like time was passing slowly, it had been hours since he saw Ariel with Deucalion at school. He glanced at the digital clock on his screen, it was eight thirty.

She will call, just calm down and focus on the homework. He quickly gulped down a few Addreall pills to help him focus before turning his attention back to the laptop screen.

Until the sound of his window opening distracted him.

He spun around in his desk chair to find Ariel climbing through his window. She hadn't noticed he was staring at her until she looked up.

"Hey." He greeted, relieved at the sight of her pretty face. She smiled in reaction, her long legs moved in the direction of his bed and she gracefully sat on the edge of the mattress, facing him.

"Hello." She replied while playing with her hands "I hope I am not disturbing you."

"No, I was just working on some research." Stiles answered with a wide grin to assure her, but he instantly noticed the spacey look in her sapphire eyes.

"Is everything alright?" He asked concern clear in his deep voice. Stiles pushed forward with his feet so the wheels of the chair carried him to her. He reached out and grasped her hands in his, snapping Ariel out of her thoughts.

Something was terribly wrong, he could see it in the way she stared back at him. The usual spark in her blue orbs had dimmed.

"Yeah I am just feeling a little—"She hesitated and took a deep breath, she squeezed his hand gently and a soft smile curved at her full lips "Everything is fine."

Stiles was not convinced, his dark brows furrowed in worry.

"Sorry about missing lunch, I ran into Deucalion and there was something he needed me to do." He didn't think she would mention Deucalion, seeing an opportunity he pressed on.

"Oh, what?"

"Stuff."

"Just stuff?"

"Yeah the usual." She murmured vaguely.

"What is the usual?" He insisted. Ariel regarded him with her stunning eyes. Stiles tensed knowing he was caught.

Her gaze on him narrowed slightly "Why are you so curious?"

"I can't be curious?" He retorted defensively, averting his gaze to their intertwined hands to seem nonchalant.

"No, you can." She replied. Stiles was surprised when she suddenly leaned towards him, to the point where their lips were almost touching "You are cute when you are curious."

"You are avoiding the subject." He stated, slanting back to put some space between them before she rendered him speechless with her mouth. But the moment he attempted to form distance, the spark in her eyes was instantly rekindled. Not the usual twinkle, but something far more predatory.

She slowly got to her feet and Stiles watched unblinkingly as she moved to him.

Stiles always thought it was a bother that his chair lacked arm rests; he had nowhere to keep his arms when he leaned back into the seat. Buying a new chair was on his list of things to purchase. But when Ariel effortlessly straddled him and wrapped her long arms around his shoulders, he suddenly saw the benefit in having no arm rests.

"Am I?" She murmured in reply to his accusation with sinful intent "What are you going to do about it?" She challenged.

"Well um I—"Stiles was robbed of his words when she claimed his mouth with hers. Stiles felt weak from how quickly he responded to the kiss. His hands fell to her waist she kissed him with drugging depth.

This kiss was different; it was hotter than the rest and full of raging desire. Their tongues mated feverishly as her hands combed through his hair, eliciting a moan from the base of his throat. When her lips left his mouth, he breathed in a lungful of air.

"Ariel" He groaned as she nipped and kissed down his neck. Stiles's eyelids were heavy from the pleasure. His mouth was dry and struggling to form words "it's hard to talk when you are doing that."

"Then don't talk." She whispered her breath hot against his throat.

"But I—" He gulped, struggling to prevent his hands from moving under her shirt. "I think should—I mean we should."

"Why?"

Stiles had to close his eyes and picture the most horrific things he could imagine in order to stop his body from betraying his mind. He knew if he gave in to her seduction then all the doubt he was feeling, all the worry—would cease to exist. Ariel would have won and he wouldn't have gotten through to her.

But with her sweet kisses and the alluring scent of her. Stopping felt like the hardest thing he ever had to do.

"Because you are doing that thing you do when you want to avoid talking about something you don't feel comfortable talking about." He uttered his one continuous breath.

She stilled, his heart raced.

There was a tense silence between them, Stiles felt like it dragged on for minutes. Then in an agonizingly slow pace, Ariel began to lean back until she came face to face with him. He held his breath waiting for her to speak, she stared into his honey brown eyes.

"You think you know me so well?" She asked, that guarded look from that one night in his room had returned. Her expression was emotionless, her eyes were steel. Stiles refused to show his fear and gazed back bravely.

"I like to think I do." He stated, trying not to let his wavering strength reflect in his voice.

"What if you don't?" She retorted sternly.

"I'll still want to know." He didn't know if it was the impact of his words or the way they easily rolled out of his lips. But the moment he spoke her expression softened. Stiles could literally see the solidity crumble in her startling blue eyes.

Her arms that were wrapped around him slackened and fell to her sides. She averted her gaze to her lap like a guilty child who had witnessed something horrible and was too afraid to say it. Stiles concern only deepened; instinctively he cupped her head in his large hands, forcing her to look him in the eye.

"What happened with Deucalion?" He asked gently and attentively.

Ariel was conflicted, her mouth twisted to form words.

"I—"

"Stiles!"

They simultaneously flinched. Papa Stilinski's voice was like a brick to the head, crashing into their intimate moment.

Stiles's face contorted in annoyance directed at his father, he could hear his footsteps pounding up the staircase. Stiles sighed in relief for remembering to lock the door.

"Yeah dad?" He called back, his hands leaving her face.

"I brought dinner."

"I'll be there in a bit." He yelled back before he averted his gaze back to Ariel. Her head was lowered.

"I should go." She murmured climbing off his lap.

"No wait—"He tried to grasp her by the elbow but his fingers clasped at the air.

"I have to make dinner tonight." She uttered while hastily walking towards the window.

"But you just got here." Stiles rebutted, getting to his feet. Ariel stopped and for a moment Stiles thought he had managed to convince her. She turned to face him and smiled in a way that made his heart instantly heavy. The smile didn't reach her eyes like it usually did around him, it was forced and sad.

"Yes, I wanted to see you." Her smile wavered and she turned away. "I'll see you tomorrow." She stated passively before making a hasty exit out his window.

Stiles stared after her, unable to move or speak. He felt weighed down by the heaviness in his chest and the mess of thoughts in his mind.

"I'll admit spying on Ariel with my best friend was not one of my finer moments. Neither was demanding answers from Ethan." Stiles confessed as he ran his fingers through his dark brown hair. He could practically hear his mother's scolding voice in head.

"But she just went AWOL after that day mom."

It had been two days since Stiles had last seen Ariel. First he was worried then he was anxious but the turmoil of emotions boiled down to frustration. But his biggest fear was that their talk from two days ago had pushed her into isolation.

He wanted to give her space. Stiles knew Ariel didn't easily open up to people but he was hoping that he was an exception. But from the week's events, he didn't hold on to much hope anymore. He didn't want to go barging into her apartment, not when Deucalion was there.

But the concern he felt fueled his desire for answers and he opted for a last resort.

The twins.

He found them after school, beside their motor bikes having a conversation when Stiles had stomped over, abruptly interrupting them.

"What the hell happened with Ariel and Deucalion?"

With a casual turn of their heads, they looked down at the teenager with inert expressions.

"Nice to see you too, Stilinski." Ethan grumbled sarcastically, Stiles narrowed his gaze on them.

"I am not in the mood for chitchat."

"I am not in the mood for vague questions that are too vague to answer." Ethan bit back, towering over the pale skinny teen. Stiles refused to be intimidated and glared back.

"The marks on Ariel's neck, why is it so important?" He demanded.

"Oh, she didn't tell you?" Aiden chimed in with a malicious grin stretched at his lips.

"Aiden..." His twin whispered in warning.

"What? It's a little depressing that Ariel doesn't trust Stiles enough to tell him." Aiden snapped, crossing his arms over his chest and smiling smugly.

Stiles clenched his fists out of anger.

Aiden knew before he did. He tried not to let it bother him so much but it did. He was jealous and annoyed and disheartened. Why would Ariel rely on them more than him?

"We didn't exactly find out through her did we?" Ethan added prosaically, words that instantly sent a wave of relief through Stiles.

"What—"He cleared his throat to dispel the impatience "what the heck is going on?"

Ethan hesitated for a moment before beginning to speak "Deucalion had erased the memory of Ariel's parent's murder from her mind and she wanted it back."

"What?" Stiles hissed in astonishment.

"Yeah, Ariel didn't know about this until you found the scars on her neck. She confronted Deucalion and he granted her wish."

"Is that why she has been distant lately?" Stiles questions, the twins shrugged simultaneously. To them Ariel had always been distant.

"Deucalion said that she was there when it happened and the alphas wanted to protect her because it was too traumatizing for a child to bear."

Stiles stared into space while reeling in shock. He was having trouble processing the information, a thousand different questions forming in his mind. Ariel had witnessed her parent's murder? Who killed them? Why wouldn't she tell me?

"I don't think she can handle it now either." Ethan added, seeing the wide-eyed distress on Stiles's face. He remembered the day all too vividly. They wanted to be there because they didn't trust Deucalion enough to leave Ariel alone with him. Ethan didn't think he would even find out if he hadn't walked in on Ariel sitting in a chair in the living room with Deucalion behind her, claws out.

He knew Ariel was trying to be strong but he remembered horror on her face after Deucalion had brought back her memories. The way she sat there, hunched over and frail while trying to absorb the recollections. He recalled the regret in Deucalion's blue eyes laced with worry directed at his niece.

"I thought she took it pretty well." Aiden spoke carelessly. Ethan shot an irritated look at his brother.

"Seriously Aiden, does it look like she took it well?" He exclaimed, gesturing at Stiles who had been quiet for a while, just staring at the asphalt.

"Where the hell is she?" Stiles stuttered out, his voice hoarse and full of unbanked apprehension.

"Do we look like a GPS system to you?"

Aiden expected a witty retort from the edgy teenager. Which was why the twins were surprised when Stiles shot them both a scowl before turning and stomping off.

"I spent the entire afternoon looking for her, she wasn't at the tree and I just. I wondered here." He mumbled with a sigh while staring down at his hands "I don't know what to do; I can't help her if she isn't around."

He paused to listen for assuring words of wisdom, but his only reply was the cold air that licked at his cheeks. Stiles raised his gaze and stared at the gravestone for a moment, the prolonged silence only increased his loneliness.

"You can't help me when you are not around either." The truth of the words that left his lips only made him feel more defeated and miserable. He shook his head and then got to his feet. He patted away the dirt on his pants and hands before giving his mother's tombstone one last look.

"Thanks for listening, I'll see you later mom. "