A/N: Hey everyone! Sorry that this has been a while. I kind of lost motivation for a little while. But I'm back and hope you like this chapter! Enjoy! And remember I do not own Teen Wolf... Just Percy. R&R!
A few nights later I was sitting on my bed working on an economics assignment. My phone rang and I picked it up without looking, writing down the answer to one of the problems.
"Perrrrccyyyy!" I hear coming through the phone slightly slurred. I glance at the caller ID and see Stiles' name.
"Stiles?" I crinkle my brow in confusion. "You okay?"
"I'm fantastic. Isn't that right, Scott?" Stiles fumbles a few of the words and I put down my pencil.
"Scott's with you? What are you guys up to?" I hear shuffling on the other end of the line and Stiles muttering something incoherently.
"Hey Percy." Scott's voice comes through the phone a few seconds later.
"Scotty." I smile into my phone as I hear Stiles in the background whining at Scott. "What are you doing to him?"
"He suggested we get drunk, because of Allison…." Scott sighs through the line.
"And how did I come to be called?" I ask trying to pull to conversation away from Allison.
"To be honest I don't know. He was talking about Lydia and dialling his phone." I frown slightly at Lydia's name. Stiles shouts something in the background and Scott chuckles softly. "I thought he was calling her."
"Ah." I rub a hand down my face lightly with a sigh.
"You okay?" Scott's concern makes me shake my head even though he couldn't see me.
"Yeah…. I'm good." I glance back down at my homework. "Just got to a difficult problem on the econ homework. So just how drunk is he?"
"He's wasted." Scott admits and Stiles shouts a celebratory 'Yeah!' in the background.
I laugh lightly. "Maybe you should go. And keep his phone with you so he doesn't do anything stupid."
"Yeah. Sorry…. You know that he called." Scott mumbles.
"No big deal." I pick my pencil up again. "Take care of him. I'll see you both at school. Goodnight Scott." I wait until he responds and hang up the phone tossing it to the bed.
Stepping out of my car onto school grounds I looked around to see police cars roaming the lot and deputies talking to students. I make my way to the walkway to the front of the school just as Allison's dad pulls up. I stop and wave shyly and wait for Allison to climb out of the car. After a minute of waiting Allison strides up the walkway walking right by me.
"So, just going to avoid me?" I ask quickly catching up to her.
"I don't want to talk about Scott." She replies opening the door.
"Who?" I ask innocently smiling at her as I slip through the door. Lydia joins us as we round the corner into the main hallway. "Hi?" I ask cautiously.
"Hey. Have you heard everyone today?" Lydia bobs her head in hello falling in step beside Allison.
"It's just weird. Everybody's talking about what happened the other night, and nobody knows it was us." Allison answers glancing at everyone walking down the hall and Lydia scoffs.
"Thank you for the protection of minors." She said with a slight grin.
"Do you think I made the wrong decision?" Allison looks at me confusing me.
"About that jacket with that dress?" Lydia points a manicured finger at her scoffing. "Absolutely."
"You know what I mean." Allison rolls her eyes turning back to me.
"I'm afraid I don't." I offer her a cheeky smile making her shake her head in amusement.
"Hello? Scott locked us in that classroom and left us for dead. He's lucky we're not pressing charges or making him pay our therapy bills." Allison lets out a light laugh and I sigh.
"I'd like to point out I did not bring him up. That was all her." I point around Allison at the strawberry blonde. "And I have to go this way." I stop at the end of a hallway leading off to our left. "I'll see you in class." I wave before retreating down the hallway. I stop by my locker and pull out a few notebooks as the bell rings over head. With a groan I race down the hall to the classroom for our test. Sliding into my seat next to Allison I raise a hand waving at Stiles in the back of the room.
Scott comes in and stops in front of her, "Allison." Mr. Harris leans on Allison's desk looking at Scott.
"Mr. McCall, please take a seat." Scott looks sadly at Allison one last time before sliding past me to the back of the room where he took the seat in front of Stiles. Mr. Harris finished passing out the test booklets before taking his place at the front of the class. "You have 45 minutes to complete the test. 25% of your grade can be earned right now simply by writing your name on the cover of the blue book." I grinned as pretty much everyone in class scrambled around trying to write their names quickly. I sign my name slowly and then tap my pencil on my desk impatiently. "However, as happens every year, one of you will inexplicably fail to put your name on the cover, and I'll be left yet again questioning my decision to ever become a teacher." He picks up the stopwatch on the podium next to him. "So let's get the disappointment over with. Begin." He punctuates the last word by hitting the start button on the watch.
I open the test booklet and read through it filling in answers that I know as I go. About 5 minutes into the test I feel someone push past my desk and see Scott running out of the room. Looking down at my test I sigh and push out of my seat running after him.
"Mr. McCall? Ms. Goodwin?" Mr. Harris yells after us and I just ignore him looking down the hall for Scott. I walk down the empty hall a little ways before yelping when someone grabs my shoulder.
"Where'd he go?" Stiles asks when I wheel around on him.
"I don't know. Can't you make noise when you walk?" I glare at him before turning back to the hallway. I see a backpack laying in the middle of the hall and walk over to it picking it up. "Scott's?" I ask holding it up for Stiles to see. He just nods in response fishing his phone out of his pocket. He dials Scott's phone quickly and we both look around as his ringtone floats down the hall.
We walk down the hall together following the sound before coming to a stop in front of the boy's locker room. I hear water running inside and gesture for Stiles to go in. "We really should have known this is where he'd go." I mutter as Stiles takes the bag from my hand and shoulders it before entering. "I'll wait here." I lean against the door frame and watch Stiles slowly enter. He glances back at me once before heading over to the shower area of the locker room. I strain my ears to try and hear what might be going on inside but between the water running and the fan motor I hear nothing.
"Stiles?" I call out after a few minutes of silence. I lean into the boy's locker room trying to see if there was anyone else in here. "Stiles!"
"Yeah, Perc…. You can come in." He calls back and I sigh making my way to the back of the locker room.
"I think we need to do a lot more than lock me in my room." Scott leans back against the shower wall as I join them.
"What, you mean because if you get out, you'd be caught by hunters?" Stiles asks his friend glancing over at me.
"No." Scott breathes out and I take in the fact that he is soaked before looking around for a towel. "Because if I get out, I think I might kill someone." Scott walks forward slowly and stops right in front of Stiles. I grab a nearby towel and hand it to him.
"So what do we do?" I ask motioning for Scott to dry off.
"I don't know." He mutters throwing the towel over his head.
"Okay then. First things first. You need to change." I point at his soaked jeans. "I'll wait outside." I turn on my heel and head back into the hallway. Stiles comes out behind me a few seconds later. "So feeling any better?" I ask him with a grin.
"What?" He turns to me raising his eyebrows.
"You took Scott out drinking and ended up hammered. Do you feel better?" I reiterate leaning lazily against the wall.
"How did you know I took him out drinking? Did he tell you?" Stiles points at the door behind him. "I would have invited you but….."
"Stiles you called me." I shake my head laughing. "I appreciate the thought but I understand needing bro time." His face twists in confusion. "You really don't remember anything do you?" I chuckle and pat him on the arm as the locker room door opens again to reveal Scott fully dressed. "Ah, awesome. It's time for lunch. You hungry? I'm hungry. Let's go!" I bounce down the hallway leaving them standing there in stunned silence. Throwing a glance at one another they race after me and catch up right as I reach the end of the hallway.
"Well let's get lunch." Stiles says excitedly as I stop in the middle of the hallway causing Scott to ram into me.
"Sorry." I mutter to him before speaking up. "I left my stuff in the classroom. I'm gonna run and grab it, I'll meet you inside alright?" I make it a few feet down the hallway before Stiles calls after me.
"Hey wait up. I'll come with." He grins at me and waves Scott into the cafeteria. "Left my stuff too."
"Ah. Okay then." I smile before turning and heading off down the hallway to the classroom.
"Did I really call you?" Stiles asks after a minute of silence.
"Yeah. Though I spent more time talking to Scott cuz you were incoherent." I shrug at him and open the door to the classroom letting him in first. Luckily the room wasn't being used at this point and our stuff was easy to retrieve.
"Sorry." Stiles grabs his bag and I kneel on the floor next to mine gathering up the things that had fallen out when someone had kicked it over.
"Engh. Don't worry about it." I straighten my bag and smile at him. He just looks at me sceptically as I stand up. "Really, don't worry. Let's get to the cafeteria." I push him from the room as he tries to apologize for the call again. We round the corner to the cafeteria and see Scott sitting on the floor leaning against the wall. The wall behind his head smashed and the tiles crumbling whenever he moved slightly. "Alright. What did the wall say to you?" I kneel next to Scott and pull his head forward causing a tile to fall to the ground. I look at the back of his head and see no blood so I let go.
"Allison." He mumbles out sadly. "Heard her talking to Jackson."
"Scott." I pat his arm lightly. "You two will fix it. I know you will." I stand up and offer him my hand to help him up. He sighs before taking my hand and standing up. "Where'd Stiles go?" I look around and see Stiles exiting the cafeteria. He tosses something at me which I catch awkwardly.
"Caf was closing. That's all I could get sorry." He smiles lightly at me as I look down at the orange he had thrown at me. "We need to get to practice." He turns to Scott saying. "See you later Perc."
"Yeah. Later." I mutter at their retreating backs slowly peeling the orange and wandering out to the lacrosse field taking a seat on the bleachers.
"Percy!" I jump startled at hearing my name called before turning in the direction of the voice. "You will never guess what just happened." Stiles slides onto the bleacher next to me beaming.
"Well you gonna leave me in suspense or you gonna tell me?" I straighten up excitedly.
"I'm on first line." He bounces in his seat throwing his arms up in celebration.
"Wow. Congratulations Stiles." I smile at him and he turns to glance at the field before turning back to me.
"I need to go." He points down to the field. "Just wanted to tell you the good news."
"Go." I laugh as he stumbles down the stairs of the bleachers and pull out my phone. Sending a quick message to Allison asking where she was I pocket my phone just as practice starts. I watch as all the boys line up on the field and Scott gets laid out by two defenders on his turn trying to score. I wince but just watch worriedly until Scott flips himself up and heads back to the line. He stops Stiles with a bit of a forceful shove before taking another ball up. Scott tears down the field taking down both the defenders and whacking Danny in the head before shooting at the goal. Everyone races over to Danny as he falls to the ground, I hurry down the bleachers after grabbing my bag and join the crowd around the fallen boy.
Stiles sees me in the crowd and taps my arm before pointing at Scott standing a few feet away fighting to get his helmet off. I nod and follow him over as Jackson kneels next to his best friend to help him out.
"Dude, what the hell are you doing?" Stiles asks as soon as he's next to Scott.
"What? He's twice the size of me." Scott answers furiously.
"Yeah, but everybody likes Danny." Stiles waves his hand at the group standing a few feet away. "Now everybody's gonna hate you."
"I don't care." Scott scoffs out peeved by the questions.
"Scott!" I hiss at him disapprovingly. Stiles shakes his head before heading back over to the group as Lydia comes running up. Scott glares at me before taking off leaving me to walk over and join Stiles.
"Huh. I wonder how that happened." Lydia giggles out wiping at her lipstick while looking in a compact. Stiles jaw drops and he turns to me.
"He…" Stiles shakes his head and looks in the direction that Scott had ran.
"What?" I ask as he huffs silently beside me.
"He…. He wouldn't." He stutters out turning to me. "We should go get ready for tonight."
"Okay…." I drag out the a but nod all the same, following Stiles off the field.
We pull up in front of Scott's house a few hours later after collecting a bag from Stiles' house. I help Stiles grab the bag from the back of the Jeep and follow him up to the front door where he pulls a key out and opens it for me. I walk in and he steps in behind me closing the door with a click.
"Scott?" A woman's voice calls from the other room.
'Who?' I ask Stiles silently.
'Mom.' He answers just as the woman comes into the foyer in nurse scrubs. "Stiles." He answers with a chuckle.
"Key!" She points at Stiles' hand.
"Yeah. I had one made, so…." Stiles answers proudly holding the key up.
"That doesn't surprise me." She nods acceptingly. "It scares me, but it doesn't surprise me." She turns to me with a motherly smile. "Hi."
"Oh. Hi, Mrs. McCall." I offer her my hand with a smile. "I'm Percy."
"Well. Hello Percy." She shakes my hand lightly as Stiles tosses the duffel bag to the floor, the chains inside making clanking noises causing me to glare at him. "What is that?" Mrs. McCall points worriedly down at the bag.
"Uh…" Stiles looks at me for a believable answer.
"School project." I answer swiftly turning back to her. "Scott said he could use some help so we teamed up to work on it."
"Oh." She nods lightly not taking her eyes off the bag.
"Sorry, Scott told us to come over right after school. We don't mean to intrude." I continue before just giving up and turning to Stiles with a sigh.
"He's okay, right?" Mrs. McCall lifts her eyes to look at us.
"Who? Scott? Yeah. Totally." Stiles answers quickly and in a slightly higher pitch than normal.
"He just doesn't talk to me that much anymore, not like he used to." She speaks softly the hurt in her voice evident.
"Well, he's had a bit of a rough week." Stiles shrugs nonchalantly and I glare at him.
"It's probably just the whole break thing." I suggest and Mrs. McCall smiles lightly at me.
"Yeah, yeah, I get it. Yeah." She nods before looking at her watch. "Um, okay. Be careful tonight." She pulls keys out of her bag with a chuckle.
"You, too." Stiles answers automatically.
"Full moon." She grins at me a little crazily and winks.
"What?" Stiles says a little harshly.
"There's a full moon tonight. You should see how the ER gets. Brings out all the nut jobs." Stiles breathes out a sigh and turns it into a chuckle.
"Oh. Right." I snicker as he waves a hand around like 'Of course that's what you meant.'
"You know, it's actually where they came up with the word 'lunatic'." She pats Stiles on the shoulder before stepping around him and opening the front door. I wave as she exits and as soon as the door closes Stiles turns to me confused.
"Never knew she was a nurse." I comment bringing him out of his stunned silence.
"Yeah." He leans down and picks up the bag and heads for the stairs. "We should get set up. Come on." I nod and follow him up the stairs and to Scott's room. Stiles opens the door and tosses the bag down before flipping on the light. He grabs the bag handles and is about to straighten up when he stumbles back yelling, "Oh, my God!" I look into the room and see Scott sitting in a chair in the corner. "Dude. You scared the hell out of me. Your mom said you weren't home yet." Stiles waddles the bag forward and I take a seat on the edge of the bed closest to the door.
"I came in through the window." Scott answers slightly sinisterly.
"Okay." Stiles glances over at me and I shrug. "Uh, well, let's get this set up. I want you to see what I bought." He crouches next to the bag and starts rifling around in it.
"I'm fine. I'm just gonna lock the door and go to bed early tonight." Scott's voice remains as monotone as before and Stiles tilts his head looking at him.
"You sure about that? 'Cause you've got this kind of serial killer look going on in your eyes, and I'm hoping it's the full moon taking effect, 'cause it's really starting to freak me out." Stiles' voice quivers as he watches his friend intently.
"I'm fine. You should go now." I look at Scott sceptically as he repeats himself.
"All right, we'll leave." Stiles helps me up off the bed before turning back to Scott and kicking the bag lightly. "Well, look, would you just at least look in the bag and see what I bought?" He asks and I turn in the doorway before leaning a shoulder on the doorframe. "You know, maybe you use it, maybe you don't." He crouches back beside the bag with a shrug. "Sound good?"
Scott rises slowly from the chair his jacket creaking as he crossed the couple steps between the chair and the bag. His eyes never left Stiles as he moved purposely slow and knelt down next to the bag. Sticking his hand in the bag he pulls out a small portion of the heavy duty chains that had been clattering earlier. "You think I'm gonna let you put these on and chain me up like a dog?" He lets the chains fall from his hand as he glares menacingly at his friend.
"Actually, no." Stiles shoots forward grabbing the handcuffs in the bag and locking them in place, one cuff around Scott's wrist the other around the radiator leg by the window. He scrambles back as Scott grunts trying to dislodge the cuff.
"What the hell are you doing?" Scott yells as I reach forward and pull Stiles to his feet closer to the door.
"Protecting you from yourself and giving you some payback." Stiles straightens his jacket and Scott's eyes narrow as he shakes the chain connecting him to the heater furiously. "For making out with Lydia." Stiles finishes angrily. I stop my pacing I had been doing in the hallway and stare at Stiles. Lydia….? I turn my gaze to Scott and see him smirking just as Stiles exits the room. "I'm going to grab some water from downstairs. You want anything?" He asks pointing at the stairs behind me. I shake my head and move to the side so he can descend.
I slide down the wall in the hallway right across from Scott's door. Stiles returns a few moments later with a bottle of water in one hand a bowl in another. "Really?" I ask as he walks by me shrugging.
"I brought you some water." Stiles shakes the bottle a little before holding up the dog bowl with the name SCOTT written across the front in bold black letters. He pours the water over and even though all I could see was the back of his head I knew he was smirking smugly as he did it. He places the bowl in front of Scott then turns to join me in the hallway.
"I'm gonna kill you!" Scott yells throwing the bowl at Stiles' back.
"Stiles don't." I plead as he wheels around furiously.
"You kissed her, Scott, okay?" Stiles reenters the room and I hang my head placing my forehead on my knees. "You kissed Lydia. That's, like, the one girl that I…." This was a horrible idea. Why did I agree to help? I think quietly to myself trying not to listen. "And, you know, the past three hours, I've been thinking, it's probably just the full moon, you know, he doesn't even know what he's doing, and tomorrow, he'll be totally back to normal. He probably won't even remember what a complete dumbass he's been. A son of a bitch, a freaking unbelievable piece of crap friend."
"She kissed me." Scott says lowly and I bring my head up too look at him.
"What?" Stiles shakes his head in disbelief.
"I didn't kiss her. She kissed me." Scott stares his friend down with an evil smirk. Stiles turns with a sigh and slides around the door frame leaning against the wall right outside. "She would have done a lot more too. You should have seen the way…." I shoot up and pull the door closed in frustration. You could still hear Scott talking through the door but it was muffled. Stiles slides down the wall until he's seated looking broken.
I retake my seat in the hall as Scott starts yelling at us through the door. I rest my head against the wall and close my eyes. "You know that Scott wouldn't do that to you right?" I ask barely whispering loud enough to be heard. Stiles sighs in response before letting his head fall forward. We sit there for about 15 minutes in silence throwing glances at the door everytime Scott made a particularly loud noise.
"Stiles, please let me out." Scott's whines carrying through the door. "It's the full moon, I swear. You know I wouldn't do any of this on purpose." Stiles looks at me sadly as he listens. "Percy… Please, let me out, it's starting to hurt. It's not like the first time. It's the full moon. It's Allison breaking up with me." I go to stand up and Stiles shakes his head at me, and I just collapse back down sadly looking at the door. "I know that it's not just taking a break. She broke up with me. And it's killing me."
"Stiles…." I lift a hand up and gesture at the door pleading with him silently. Stiles slides across the hall to sit next to me but doesn't say anything as he grabs my wrist and pulls my hand back down to my side. He rubs my wrist lightly as we stare at the door.
"I feel completely hopeless. Just, please, let me out." Scott continues his cries through the door.
"I can't." Stiles answers quietly bringing my eyes over to him.
"No, no, no!" Scott starts screaming and I wince before putting my head back down on my raised knees. Stiles looks down at me bringing his free hand up to cover his ear, his other hand still gripping mine tightly. The screaming continues for a few minutes before complete silence. I raise my head and look wearily at the door.
"Scott, are you okay?" Stiles asks following suit. After a few more seconds of silence we both rise to our feet. "Scott?" Stiles reaches for the door handle while placing himself between me and the door. Stiles pushes the door open slowly peeking into the room, I lean over his back and try to see what's happening.
"Scott?" My eyes fall to the handcuffs lying on the floor and a blood trail leading to the window. I scurry under Stiles' arm and collide into the window sill. "Scott!"
"Percy. Let's go." Stiles grabs my arm and pulls me down the stairs and to the Jeep. I buckle myself into the passenger side but keep fidgeting looking out the window. Stiles starts the Jeep as he peels away from the curb he reaches over and pats my knee reassuringly. "We'll find him Perc."
"Yeah." I mumble at the window as Stiles speeds down the road. We continue in silence for a little while longer before red and blue flashing lights draw our attention. Stiles pulls his hand back and turns the car into the lot with an ambulance and a few cop cars.
"No, no, no." Stiles mutters slamming on the brakes making the tires screech. We both jump out of the car as a couple EMS men roll a gurney with a body bag to the ambulance. "Dad?" Stiles calls out closing his door and looking around. "Dad?" He grabs the arm of one of the police officers standing nearby asking. "Has anyone seen my… Has anyone seen my dad?" He looks at the different faces suddenly surrounding him before heading for the gurney.
I look around and see the sheriff standing behind his son. I quietly walk up and pull his hand away from the gurney. "Stiles." He looks at me in fear and I just motion with my head for him to turn around. Stiles turns slowly and sees his dad and grabs him in a hug.
"What are you doing here?" The sheriff asks patting his son on the back lightly. I look wearily at the gurney beside us and take a few steps to the side as the Stilinski's separated from their hug. I smile weakly at Stiles when he turns to make sure I hadn't disappeared and the Sheriff leads us away from the gurney. "What are you two doing here?"
"We saw the lights and I…." Stiles trails off his thought and the sheriff nods in understanding.
"I'm going to… I'm gonna wait in the Jeep." I rest a hand on Stiles' arm to get his attention before turning to the Sheriff. "I'm glad you're okay." I smile at him and turn to walk back to the Jeep. With a sigh I fall into the passenger seat just as my phone goes off.
"Hello?" I answer tiredly not bothering to look at caller ID.
"Hey, it's me." I bolt upright in the seat as Scott answers.
"Scott? Where are you?" I frantically reach over and lay on the Jeep's horn to get Stiles' attention. "Are you okay?"
"I'm at home. And I'm fine." Scott breathes out calmly. "Derek got me home. And he told me something important. Think you can make it back here?" Stiles pulls the door open and looks at me worriedly. 'Scott.' I say silently to him causing him to jump in and start the engine.
"We will be there soon Scott. Don't go anywhere." I hang up the phone and Stiles tears out of the lot and drives us back to Scott's house.