Chapter Two: Unseen Eyes

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Stiles was proven right on Scott's account, but had assumed it would take him longer to figure it out. Later that week, Stiles had been woken from his evening nap (a new habit) by a text from his best friend, informing him that there was a pack meeting that night and if he didn't turn up, he would have the entire pack on his ass.

Fucking wolves...he thought, angry that he had been woken in the middle of a conversation with Addy.

His phone beeped with another message, Are you coming?

He typed back a quick confirmation and pulled on the nearest pair of jeans. He didn't need this shit; he needed to sleep.

Fucking wolves...

Stiles took his time just to be a shit, but soon enough he found himself entering Derek's lair. Isaac stood leaning against the big wooden table, Scott and Allison were snuggled up on the couch and Lydia was perched on the arm looking as pissed off as he felt. His eyes settled on Derek who was looming by the huge windows.

''You summoned?'' He said sarcastically, sticking his hands in the pockets of his hoodie.

Derek stared at him impassively, his arms crossed over his chest and a scowl etched so deep into his face, Stiles was sure it must hurt.

''Stiles, bro-'' Scott started, but Stiles cut him off.

''If there was something you wanted me to research, you would have turned up at my damn window, so what's with the meeting?'' He said to Derek.

''Something is wrong with you.'' Derek replied.

Stiles glared at him, ''I could say the same to you,''

Derek huffed and rolled his eyes, ''Something is different. You're acting weirder than usual, and Scott said you aren't sleeping properly.'' Stiles turned his glare to his supposed best friend, who at least had the decency to look ashamed. ''And you smell different.'' Derek finished.

''I smell different?'' Stiles repeated, confused.

''There is another scent mixing with yours.'' Derek explained.

Stiles looked at Scott and Isaac who both nodded, the former looking worried. The relationship between himself and Derek was better than it had been in the beginning, and although Stiles trusted him, he was still wary. Scott on the other hand, wouldn't lie to him about something like that, and hadn't given him any reason not to trust him; lately.

''Okay,'' Stiles finally said, ''Who do I smell like?''

Scott cracked a smile at his choice of words and shrugged, ''It's not a scent we recognise.''

Derek came closer and circled around Stiles, ''Have you met anyone new recently? Someone we don't know?''

Stiles flapped his hands at Derek, ''Dude, back off!,'' He waited until Derek glared at him and went to stand next to Isaac before continuing. ''No, I haven't met anyone, the only places I go are here and school.''

But, his mind whispered, that isn't quite right now is it? You go to the woods, you met Addy recently...Stiles shook himself mentally. Yeah that's a great idea! Tell them all about the girl of your dreams and how she helps to keep the monsters away.

''Are you sure?'' Derek pressed.

Stiles hesitated for a second but it was enough for Derek to pounce, ''Stiles,'' He growled.

''It's not...I don't, she-'' He wasn't sure how to say it.

''She?'' Scott picked up, eyeing Stiles as if he had grown a second head; even Lydia looked interested.

Stiles groaned and released the breath he wasn't aware he was holding, ''Fine!,'' He admitted. ''There is this one girl...''

''Who?'' Derek urged.

''If you shut up growling for one fucking second, I'll tell you!'' Stiles bit out. Derek rolled his eyes but gestured for him to continue. ''There is this one girl, but it doesn't make sense for her to be connected.''

''Why not? Who is she?'' Allison chimed in.

''I met her in a nightmare.'' Stiles mumbled, heat creeping up his neck and pooling in his cheeks. Fucking wolves...he thought again.

''What did you just say?'' Derek said, icily.

Stiles flailed his arms in his general direction, ''I said, I met her in my nightmare! Okay?! Would you like me to write it down? Maybe send it to you in an e-mail; do you even have an email?'' He tagged on the end.

Silence followed his outburst, which was actually worse than if they had just laughed at him. Although, if they did start laughing, he would just ask his Dad to shoot them all. His Dad was cool like that.

''So, you're saying she's imaginary?'' Lydia finally asked.

Stiles shook his head in resignation, ''I don't know, okay? All I know that the only new person I've met recently,'' He stopped to glare in Derek's direction. ''is Addy.

''That still doesn't explain the new scent...'' Isaac pointed out, breaking his silence.

Derek was staring at him as if the girl in question would just pop on out of his head so he could kill her and be done with it. Stiles looked away; he'd had enough embarrassment for one day, thank you very fucking much.

They must have come up with a dozen different theories each one crazier than the last, and they shot them all down. In the end the only one who could answer their questions was inside Stiles' head; Addy had some explaining to do.

Stiles didn't even give her chance to sit down before he started questioning her that night. Addy held her hands out in front of her and tried to speak, but Stiles hadn't finished; he had shit to say and she was going to listen.

He ranted and raved at her and she stood there and took it, a bemused expression on her face, until there was a loud crack from the trees. Suddenly, the gentle, funny girl he knew vanished and instead she became cold and distant. Her usually lively eyes, now held a dangerous glint that chilled Stiles to the bone.

''Stiles,'' She said, her voice lacking it's usual warmth. ''get out of here.''

Stiles swallowed around his suddenly dry throat, ''H-how exactly-''

''Wake up, now!'' She shouted before running full pelt for the opposite tree line and disappearing into the darkness.

He felt the panic he hadn't felt for weeks, rear up in his chest, choking him. His feet slipped on a patch of mud and he fell backwards, the air in his lungs leaving him with a whoosh. The sky above him lit up as lightening streaked through it; in that split second, Stiles caught a glimpse of something out the corner of his eye, and felt his heart constrict in fright. It was big, furry and it's eyes glowed bright green.

Pain shot down his arm as he felt himself being pulled backwards-

Stiles flailed and lashed his arm out, catching something warm and distinctly human. ''Stiles!'' Scott shouted as he grabbed his best friends flying arms and pinned them down.

Correction; humanish.

He tried to breath through the panic induced haze, and focus on Scott but felt himself go cold as movement in the doorway caught his attention.

A beat up looking Addy stood swaying in the doorway. Stiles let out an involuntary yell as he pushed passed Scott and jumped out of the bed and to his feet.

''Hey,'' She croaked, looking up at him.

''What the actual fuck just happened?!'' He hissed, shaking her by the shoulders.

''Stiles...?'' Scott said, from behind him. ''What are you doing?''

He glanced back at him, ''This is Addy! The girl I was telling you about.'' He said, excitedly.

''He can't see me.'' Addy told him, quietly. She wasn't struggling to free herself, neither did she seem affected by the shaking.

Stiles stopped and turned to face Scott fully; Scott who was looking at him as if he had never seen him before, and thought he was riding the crazy train.

''Stiles, who are you talking to?'' He asked, visibly confused.

Well fuck...

Derek arrived first and almost immediately after entering the room, he froze.

''That's the scent.'' He stated, wrinkling his nose slightly. If Stiles wasn't afraid he was going insane, he would totally take the piss out of the guy for that. Instead, he just rolled his eyes and gestured to Addy who was standing about a foot away from Derek.

Derek scanned the room, sniffing and finally settled on a space a few inches to the right of Addy, but still, Stiles was impressed. Not that he would ever admit it.

Addy was watching Derek in something akin to amusement. ''Tell him, I mean no harm.''

Stiles sighed and did as he was told, ''Then why are you here?'' Derek growled in response.

That is a very good question...Stiles thought, glancing at Addy.

She shrugged, ''The best I can figure is that you need more protection, so here I am.''

''Protection?'' Stiles echoed, forgetting that only he heard the full sentence. Derek and Scott both growled this time, low and deep in their chests. He quickly filled them in.

''Protection from what?'' Scott asked.

''From whatever is in the darkness...'' She said, Stiles passing it on.

''So you're what, like my guardian angel or something?'' He said, incredulously.

Addy sat down on the bed next to him, and Stiles watched as Derek's head turned to follow the scent. ''In a way, sure, but that's not exactly it.''

''How do we know you're telling the truth?'' Derek snarled once Stiles finished speaking.

This time Stiles shrugged, ''If she was going to kill me, trust me, she would have done it by now. She had plenty of chances in the dreams; I trust her.'' Addy smiled at him.

Derek scoffed, ''Only you could trust an invisible person.''

''She's not invisible to me!''

''Guys this isn't helping.'' She said, quickly. Nodding, Stiles threw himself backwards on the bed and covered his eyes. Man, his head hurt with all this shit.

''Look, I was assigned to you when Scott was turned. Not everyone has a guardian, werewolves don't need them; they can protect themselves. Hunters don't usually need them; same reason. But you...'' He cracked an eye open to look at her. ''Stiles, you have no idea how important you are to this pack. They need you as much as you need them; that's why I'm here.''

Derek didn't like it one bit, Scott was dubious and his father just shook his head in resignation, but finally they had to accept what Addy had said as truth. At least until something happened to disprove it.

Which with their track record was bound to happen eventually.

The next morning, Stiles walked into the kitchen talking to Addy, but looked up sharply when his father dropped the plate he was carrying to the sink.

He stood there for a minute staring, before Stiles realized that he wasn't looking at him, he was looking at Addy. She raised her eyebrows in surprise, ''You can see me?''

The Sheriff nodded once and sat down heavily at the table. ''Nice to meet you,'' He choked out.

Addy smiled carefully at him, ''You too, sir.''

Stiles glanced between them and decided that they needed to leave immediately. He grabbed a slice of toast and pushed Addy towards the door; he was pulling his grades up dammit, he couldn't be late for school.

''I could totally kill him for this, you know...'' Addy said conversationally, as they sat in Harris' classroom after school. It was her fault they were there in the first place; he had been talking to her when Harris caught him and doled out the detention.

Stiles grinned behind his hand, ''Really?'' He whispered. She nodded, smirking up at the front desk. It was times like this, that Stiles could see exactly how they were connected.

Although it seemed to last an eternity, finally Harris let them go; let Stiles go, but...whatever.

After that it didn't take long before they were back at Derek's apartment, and the questioning began again. It took hours because Stiles was still the only one there who could see her; a fact no one was happy about.

''Tell your wolf to calm down.'' Addy said, tightly. Derek had been stalking the room for the last half hour, but was gradually getting closer to where Stiles was sitting; something Addy clearly wasn't very happy about. He threw her a look and rolled his eyes.

''He isn't my wolf,'' He mouthed at her.

She just smirked at him, ''Then tell the wolf to calm down.'' Stiles shifted uncomfortably when Derek asked what she had said.

Fucking guardians...

''I know it's confusing, but trust me, I've told you everything I can.'' Addy groaned later that night when they were safely back in Stiles' bedroom. Something which his father hadn't been very sure about – Addy had assured him that under no circumstances would anything happen and he had relented.

''Fine, then tell me about guardians, about you.'' Stiles said, changing tactics.

''I've had other charges, but I can't remember them,'' At his curious look, she explained. ''When it's time for us to be reassigned, our memories of our previous charges are wiped. This helps us to focus solely on our current charge. In this case – you.''

''So you were assigned to me when Scott was turned?''

She nodded, ''I've been there everyday since. All those close calls you had?'' Addy smirked. ''That was me.''

He looked down at his fingers, ''What about the crash?''

''It would've been worse,'' She replied, quietly.

As the memories of the Darach filled his mind, he fell silent and Addy left him on the bed to go and look around his room. When she got to his book shelf, he glanced up, she was holding his favourite book – The Maze Runner. Stiles couldn't help but see certain similarities between himself and Thomas; they both didn't have a clue what they were doing, monsters filled their lives, and everything seemed to be out of their control.

Also, they were both awesome.

''I've seen you read this,'' Addy smiled. ''I always wondered what it was about.''

Something occurred to him suddenly, ''When you say you saw me...'' She froze, a flash of guilt crossed her face.

Mortification rose inside him, and he felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment, he covered his face with his hands and willed himself to be cool.

''If it's any consolation, I didn't see anything private.'' She said, lightly.

He bit his lip and looked up, ''Seriously?''

She nodded, ''Showers, bathroom breaks...'' She blushed this time. ''Private time, I always left.'' Embarrassment aside, private time still cracked him up. She swatted his arm, ''Shut it!''

Once his laughter became the odd chortle, he asked, ''How did you leave? Where did you go?''

''I don't know what you would call it, but I just think of it as sleeping. Guardians don't really need to rest unless their charge is seriously hurt and they need to help them, but we can if we choose to. Whenever you weren't in any danger and needed to be alone, I left.''

''I can't believe we're even having this conversation, how is this my life?'' He chuckled. Addy rolled her eyes at him, ''Still don't understand those websites though...''

Stiles just glared at her as she laughed at him.

Fucking guardians...

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