It had taken them four hours to find the motel. Malia had gone with Stiles, and Liam went with Derek when they split ways at the loft. But by the second motel, the rest of the pack had joined in on the search for where Isaac had been taken. And now they're at the last hotel that is just on the edge of town and juts out into the desert, Stiles feeling a chill go down his back just by looking at it.
It was the same motel where Scott held a flare up as he stood in gasoline; the same motel where Boyd tried killing himself by holding himself down with a safe, and where Isaac had a flashback of being locked into his dad's freezer. It was where Allison begged Scott to not give up, that there was always hope, and where Lydia jumped on top of them, pushing them out of the way just in time as the gasoline set on fire. Just being in the near vicinity of the creepy, surprisingly-not-abandoned motel, made Stiles uneasy. And apparently the rest of those who were there that night as they all cautiously got out of their cars. Closing his jeep's door, Stiles shoved his hands inside his pants pockets, and glanced over at Scott, who was sniffing the air.
"He was here." Scott nodded, getting agreement from the others who had the heightened senses. Out of the corner of his eye, Stiles could practically see the apology shining in Scott's expression, but there were more important matters to be dealt with.
"Then we need to find him." Stiles forcefully said, leaving no room for questions as he took a step towards the building. They broke up into the same groups that they drove in, covering the top to bottom of the motel, even the basement covered in cobwebs and where the lights flickered every so often.
Hours passed, and the room that smelled the most of Isaac had no trace of where the two were, just messy sheets and a torned blanket. Nearing two in the morning, the pack was completely, and utterly exhausted after overturning the entire motel for any signs of life in fact. Even the unnerving attendance woman was gone. So, picking out rooms on the top floors, the pack decided to take the night in shifts, just in case. Derek and Scott were chosen for the first shift and then were given the instructions to wake Jackson and Danny up at three o'clock. Lydia and Kira went to share a room, just as Malia and Stiles were, and Jackson and Danny.
About half an hour passed, the silence practically killing Stiles as the clock ticked on. Carefully maneuvering himself out of the spooning position with Malia, he pulled on a pair of red PJ pants and a white t-shirt, and walked outside, quietly closing the door behind him. Sighing, Stiles walked up to the balcony railing and leaning on it with his forearms, clasping his hands in front of him. Closing his eyes, he tilted his face up towards the almost-full moon and stilled in his restless movements.
"You should be asleep." Derek's voice came from right beside him, causing Stiles to jump out of his phase and look at him startled.
"Yeah, well I-I'm keeping watch." Stiles stumbled over his words when his eyes glazed over Derek's body. Despite the slight chill that hung in the air, he was wearing a white wife beater and a pair of sweatpants that completely astounded Stiles. Since when did Derek know about something other than leather?
"You're tired." Derek observed.
"Why can't you just leave me alone, Derek?" Stiles groaned, not even bothering to wave his hands around, and turned back to looking out over the motel balcony.
"I can't." Derek replied simply.
"Why not?" Narrowing his eyes, Stiles turned his head and demanded.
"Because I still love you!" Derek snapped at him. Before he could say anything, the front of his shirt was grabbed and suddenly Derek's lips were on his. Automatically, Stiles brought his hands up to cup Derek's face and pulled him closer. Somewhere in the back of his head a voice whispered something about Malia, but the only thing Stiles could concentrate on was the fact that he and Derek were kissing again. He let Derek take the lead as his body felt a bit numb from the raging emotions clashing in his body, putting his hands on Derek's lower back.
Derek gladly took control, ignoring the fact that Stiles was currently dating someone, and pushed Stiles against a nearby motel pole in enthusiasm, which caused Stiles to let out a soft, almost inaudible moan and stretch his neck out. Happily, Derek moved his kissing down Stiles's neck, breathing in Stiles's euphoria scent, which drove him all the more crazy to be so close to Stiles again. A pair of hands brought his head back up and they continued making out, ravishing the other's lips as their hands traveled up and down the other's body.
"What the hell?" Scott's clear voice broke the two out of their zone, or at least Stiles, because he roughly shoved Derek away. "Stiles, how could you do that to Mal-"
"It was me. I kissed him." Derek looked straight at Stiles as he spoke, not even glancing at Scott from the corner of his eyes. "I'm going to bed now that you're up, Scott. Goodnight." With barely any sound, Derek turned away and stalked to his room, at least that's what Stiles and Scott both assumed.
Furiously Scott turned on Stiles, his eyes flashing the bright ruby red that showed he was alpha. "How could you do that Stiles?" There was an incredulous look branded on Scott's face as he kept looking at Stiles, waiting for an answer.
A dazed look covered Stiles's face the more he thought about what happened. Then a mix of emotions splayed across his face, leaving his mouth hanging slightly open.
"Stiles, come on." No doubt Scott was disappointed, especially with the tone of voice being brushed his way.
"He kissed me..." Stiles trailed off, his voice going softer with each word.
"No shit!" Scott yelled, but he winced when he realized people were still sleeping and lowered his voice to the quiet, collective yell. "And you kissed him back Stiles. Why didn't you push him away, especially after what he said to you last year?"
"I-" Stiles tried to talk, physically feeling the anger Scott was letting off.
"What Stiles?" Scott threw his hands up. A look of realization came across Scott's face and he glowered at Stiles. "Do you still love him?" Shocked, Stiles's mouth fell open and he didn't make a move to close it.
"Love who?" Malia's sharp voice carried on throughout the motel hallway as she stepped out of the doorways shadow. Around the same time, Danny came running out of his room with Jackson, Kira, and Lydia behind him.
"What's wrong, Scott?" Lydia demanded, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. When her eyes locked with Stiles's, she somehow narrowed her eyes in judgement and raised her eyebrows in curiosity. "Stiles?" Then everyone was staring at him. Turning a shade of red because he and Scott had woken everyone up, Stiles shook his head.
"Nothing. It was nothing." Stiles hardened his expression at Scott and empathized the word 'nothing' as a way to beg his best friend not to mention anything.
"Nothing?" Scott let out a mocking laugh. "Didn't look like nothing."
"Scott, stop. What are you doing, man?" Stiles saw Lydia take a step towards him.
"What's going on Scott?" It was Malia who asked this time, unfolding her arms to move closer.
"I don't know..." Scott all but snarled sarcastically in Stiles's direction. "Why don't you ask him why he smells like Derek?" Then it went so quiet that the cliché crickets could be heard chirping. Closing his eyes, Stiles took a deep breath.
"Stiles?" There it was, Malia's voice...filled with hurt and laced with something dangerous.
"Yeah?" Stiles swallowed hard, refusing to open his eyes.
"Did you-?" It seemed like Malia couldn't bring herself to ask.
"We kissed, yeah." Stiles heard a soft gasp and awaited for the inevitable slap. After a few minutes of waiting and cringing every time he thought it would happen, Stiles opened his eyes. Astonishment filled him as he saw the only reason he wasn't being hit was due to Lydia holding Malia's hand. Growling, Malia pulled away, looking at Stiles in both longing and with anger.
"Danny, Jackson," Lydia loudly demanded, "please take Scott and Malia here and lock them up for the rest of the night. Stiles and I will keep watch, and have a talk." As Danny gently grabbed Malia's wrist, Malia pushed him off and stalked into her own room, leaving the door open for Danny to follow. Scott on the other hand, just growled as Jackson touched him but didn't strike out, instead allowing himself to be pulled down and into the adjacent room. "Keep an eye on her." Lydia reminded Danny just as he walked into the room with Malia, closing the door behind him, leaving Lydia and Stiles all alone in the quiet area surrounding the motel at three in the morning.
Hey guys, I know it's been a while (*sad face*) but here are two chapters, and I hope you really enjoy them.
But as always, the question: What do you predict will happen next?
Other Q's: What do you think Lydia and Stiles talk about? What do you think about the kiss? (I based it off of the Vampire Diaries scene (spoiler) where Damien and Elena kiss at the motel)
What do you think about Tori's character?
Also, the story of the Kiyohime is mostly made up on my part. However, there is such a Japanese myth about said creature, but I just elaborated greatly on it.
What do you think about Peter? Are there any more characters you want to see? I'm trying to incorporate the newer characters like Liam.
Oh, and what do you think will happen with Malia and Stiles?
And my last question, how do you think Derek learned that healing trick?
Until next time! (Which will be very soon)