Chapter Nine

Later that day, Wendy lay sprawled out across Stiles' bed after Stiles tried to call Scott about the video they found. She was beyond peeved with her brother as he wasn't answering any of their calls or texts and she was starting to get really worried. Stiles called Scott again but all he got was his voice mail. After he left a threatening message on Scott's phone he threw his phone towards his bed in distress.

"Ow!" Wendy exclaimed as the phone came in contact with her forehead.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry," Stiles exclaimed as he grabbed her face in his hands and knelt on the bed.

Wendy sucked in a breath as he studied her forehead and suddenly Stiles realized how close they were.

"I'm fine," she whispered softly and Stiles could feel her breath on his face.

He leaned in and pressed his forehead to hers. Wendy could feel her heart beating rapidly in her chest and suddenly she didn't care about anything except for kissing him. She threw caution to the wind and lifted herself up by her elbows, grabbing him by the back of his neck. Just as their lips touched, the door flew open causing them to jump apart. The sheriff entered the room and raised his eyebrows at the flustered teens.

"Did I interrupt something?" the Sheriff asked.

"Nope!" they exclaimed, not wanting to look at each other.

"Okay," he said, not really believing them. "Stiles, please tell me I'm going to hear good news at this parent/teacher thing tonight. That goes for you too, missy."

"Depends on how you define good news," Stiles replied.

"And I'm always good, not good as used to be but that was before I met this dork," Wendy said with a smile and said dork glared at her.

"I define it as you getting straight A's with no behavioral issues," the Sheriff replied.

"You might want to rethink that definition," he replied.

"Enough said," his father replied and left the room.

Stiles checked his phone again and Wendy sat up bed, concerned.

"Come on, Scott," he whispered. "Where the hell are you?"

Stressed over what to do with the video, Stiles made a quick decision and deleted the video off of Lydia's phone.

"Do you think he's alright?" she asked, obvious concern written on her face.

Stiles sat down next to her and wrapped his arm around her shoulder.

"Yeah, of course he," he replied.

She laid her head on his chest and wrapped her arm around his waist. His other arm went around her in a comforting hug and all of a sudden she felt safe, like nothing bad was going to happen but it was only for a moment. She lifted her head up off his chest and looked into his eyes.

"So, about earlier. . ." she trailed off awkwardly.

"Look, if you want to forget about it, I mean, that's fine," he said rubbing the back of his head.

"No, no, I just feel that now might not be the right time for this to happen," Wendy told him.

"Yeah, okay," he said. "Maybe when things settle down we can, I don't know, maybe go out sometime?"

"I would love that," she grinned and suddenly let out a groan as her head began to ache.

"Are you alright?" he asked as his eyes widened in concern.

"I don't know. I suddenly got a headache," she replied. "And for a moment, I thought I saw. . ."

"What?"

"I thought I saw a mountain lion," she said.

"Like a vision?" he asked, incredulous.

"Yeah, I've had them before but never like this," Wendy replied.

"Wait, you've had visions before and you've never told me. How come I never knew about this?" Stiles rambled on as he stood up.

"Because," she began, blushing. "They've mostly been about you."

Stiles paused, staring at her. He wasn't sure how to react this; what to say or do. It was one thing to admit that you have feelings for someone but to admit that you have visions about them was a whole other ballgame.

"H-how long?" Stiles asked, still in shock.

"For as long as I can remember," she said softly, not looking at him now. "I dreamed that I met you before I met you and I dreamed that. . ."

"What?" he asked.

"I dreamed about your mother's death before she died and I did nothing," she said softly. "I'm so sorry, Stiles. You have every right to be mad."

"I am mad, I'm furious and I'm hurt to be honest!" Stiles said angrily. "How could you not tell me?!"

"I wasn't sure if you would believe me," Wendy said tearfully.

"It's like you don't even know me," he scoffed as he began to pace. "I would have believed anything you say because you are the one person besides Scott that I trust the most."

"I was scared and I'm still scared. I don't know what's going on with me," she said softly, looking down at her feet.

She felt the bed dip as Stiles returned to his spot beside her. He lifted her chin up to meet her eyes.

"We'll just have to figure this out, like we did with Scott," he replied.

"I'm sorry, Stiles, I really am," she replied.

"Hey, forget about it," he said shrugging his shoulders. "Let's go play a game."

"Alright, I'm looking forward to kicking your ass," she told him with a grin as they stood up.

"Hah, yeah, right," Stiles scoffed. "I'm so destroying you."

She held out her foot which he promptly tripped over, falling face first onto the floor. He groaned as she laughed, disappearing down the stairs. During the middle of their game, Wendy received a call from her mother who was wondering where Scott was.

"I'm not sure, we haven't really heard from all day either. He's not there with you?" Wendy asked her.

"I'm going to speak with the Argents and when I find Scott, he will be in so much trouble. Don't think you're off the hook either," Melissa said. "Your teachers said that you weren't at school today."

"I'm sorry but I had to go and check on Lydia. I heard about the attack and she wasn't at school today," Wendy explained to her mother.

"Well, I guess that's a good reason but you're still in trouble," Melissa replied and Wendy winced. "We'll talk about this later and tell Stiles I said hi."

She hung up the phone and she sat back down with Stiles to play some more. A moment later she received a text from her mother: Scott's been found. He was with Allison.

"I'm going to kill your friend," Wendy told him, after showing him the text.

"Get in line, because I might just do the same," Stiles said with a shake of his head. "Crazy, hormonal teenagers."

"You're also a crazy, hormonal teenager," she replied.

"Yeah. . . that's true," he said nodding.

They continued playing but a few minutes later she got a call from her mother again. The school had been attacked by a mountain lion.