A/N: Don't get too used to back to back chapters! But yeah, here's another one!
Thank you Ndhuo for the review, your pupper is adorable!
You're such a strange girl
I think you come from another world
You're such a strange girl
I really don't understand a word
You're such a strange girl
I'd like to shake you around and around
You're such a strange girl
"What is that thing?" The Sheriff asked, looking down at the ugly cat content in Stiles' arms, who glared at him defensively, shifting Void closer to herself.
"His name is Void." The cat made a noise and her hand automatically moved up to play with his twitching ears, cooing at the cat adorably before smiling widely at the man, who was pinching the bridge of his nose with an exasperated sigh. "Meet your grandson! Void Mieczyslaw Stilinski. Say hi to grandpa, baby."
She shifted the cat to have him facing the older man, who remained looking unimpressed, actually making a face when he was able to actually get a look at Void while she raised one of his paws to make him wave.
"What's wrong with it?" She worked hard not to snicker at his twisted face, gasping and pulling Void back.
"There's nothing wrong with him!"
"Where is it looking at? It looks like it hit its face on a wall. Repeatedly."
"Well, I think he looks very distinguished, thank you very much! His eyes give him, um, charm." The cat squirmed in her arms, and Stiles held no qualms in leaning down to smooch his head. "Don't listen to your grandfather, Void. He just didn't know about you, you were a happy surprise, but he'll come around."
"No, he won't!"
"He just needs some time to love you."
"Don't tell him that, that's a lie, you're deceiving him." She smiled winningly at him, trying to use the puppy-eyes she'd dealt with the whole day from Scott and nearly snorting with how fast the man folded, sighing loudly and rolling his eyes. "Fine, but you're going to clean the litter box and buy everything he needs and pay for the vet visits."
"No need, Deaton gave me some things since I helped them today." She bobbed her head, finally putting the cat down and grinning at how he looked around disinterestedly before immediately strutting to the Sheriff with his funny gait, who tried stepping back and over him to avoid the dark cat, but ended up just groaning when Void rubbed himself on his legs with a loud purr. "Hey, see? He loves you already!"
The Sheriff shook his head a little, hands on his hips before peering at her with a single raised brow.
"Void?"
Right, she was just feeling a little goofy, is all.
Stiles shrugged, "He looks like a Void."
The Sheriff shook his head a little, but looked down at the cat intently, nose still twisted but looking more amused than anything after the cat laid down lazily.
"Guess I know the price of those pancakes, now… Have you eaten, kid?"
The girl made a mental note to get everything from the car later as she shook her head and followed the Sheriff into the kitchen, wondering if the body could be considered of a Werewolf, already.
Later that night, she'd been staring at the girl in the mirror when the phone rang, curiously looking at the lack of bite and bruises, and immediately noting that she'd put on muscle weight.
Stiles tried catching any more differences between herself from the morning to how she looked then, until the phone startled her from the morose staring contest, shaking her head and blinking at Scott's name on the screen.
"I'm not returning Void, he's ours now."
"What?"
"What?"
"Nevermind that- Dude, you won't believe what just happened!" She grunted in response, moving to find some pajamas and settling for a white tank-top that had been shoved to the back of the drawer and some basketball shorts while Scott gushed about Allison, telling the dramatic tale of how he'd already closed the clinic when she went knocking, then about the dog and all they talked about, until finally getting to the point of how he asked her out. "-and she said yes! Can you believe it?"
"Didn't she have family night?"
"Oh, uh, that was a lie not to go to the party… How do you know that again?"
"Freaky hearing today, remember?"
"Oh, yeah."
"Anyways-"
"Hey, um… How's the bite?" She stopped fluffing the pillows, stalling as much as she could so she wouldn't have to go to sleep, thinking over if she should lie before shrugging to herself.
"Non-existent. Yours?"
"Yeah, me too… Maybe it wasn't so deep? Or- Or maybe we just imagined? You know? Like that one thing where people think they see and feel something at the same time?" The memory of the Alpha- Peter, her mind whispered, played out in her mind, making her shudder in fear.
"Collective delusion? Yeah, no. There's no way it wasn't real." Her mouth clicked shut at her own words, eyes closing tightly and making her shake her head furiously.
No, she was wrong. It wasn't real.
Scott noticed her lack of reply to whatever he had asked, calling for her a few times.
"-Stiles?"
"Sorry," She choked out, clearing her throat and glaring at the duvet so hard she wondered if it'd catch fire. "I'm, uh, kind of tired. I'm just- I'm gonna go, alright?"
"Wait-"
"G'night, Scotty." The only thing stopping her from throwing her phone into the wall was that she was afraid of breaking it. The wall, that is. She startled when something jumped on her bed, smiling softly at Void padding around her covers, trying to find the right spot to curl up against. He was clean, just in need of a brush and maybe a groom, so Stiles wasn't worried about flees or dirt on the bed.
His cast made him have a funny wobble, but he seemed to be walking just fine, plopping down by the end of the bed while Stiles watched, huffing a laugh before she sighed tiredly, the day catching up to her.
She hadn't been exactly tired after practice, but paired with going out in the woods, helping at the clinic, interacting with Stiles' dad, and that last conversation plus the emotional toll from waking up still in that world and having to scramble to learn whatever she could of who Stiles was-
The girl was just… exhausted.
She wanted both to cry and at the same time completely ignore what she was feeling, bottle everything up and just go to sleep.
Go to sleep and wake up in the woods, alive after getting attacked by a bear or whatever had chased her, or just in her own real room, in her own body, remembering her name.
It seemed she barely got any sleep, that she didn't even fall asleep in the first place, but one moment she could feel Void smacking his cast on her feet when she shifted under the covers, and another she was cold and there was something under her back.
"Stiles?" She jumped at the whisper by her side, breathing fast and panicked as she caught sight of Scott, shirtless and in sleep shorts with his hair all tousled, looking as confused as her to be in- was it a cave? No, too short for that. It was a den. "What the hell?"
"Scott? Is this- Where are we?" Her heart was beating so hard that Stiles believes she'd be able to hear it even without the werewolf hearing, getting up and crossing her arms to fight off the cold.
"I don't know? Did- Did we like, meet up after you hung up?"
"In the middle of the woods? In our jammies?" Scott finally looked down at himself, noticing that he was barefoot, making Stiles curl her own toes on the dirt. "Where the fuck are we?"
He shushed her after her hiss, frowning and looking around in suspicion, prompting Stiles to do the same, the hairs of her arm standing at an end as she recognized that feeling, that sharp and cold bolt of pure terror running up her spine that told her she was being watched.
"…Scott?" Her broken whisper had her friend finally following her line of sight, instantly gripping Stiles' arm when he saw the tears forming in her eyes and how they held fear, tilting his head in pure confusion to what he was seeing.
The Alpha growled lowly, finally startling Scott enough that he started staggering away, pulling Stiles with him when the sound made her freeze.
Aside from what brought her there, Stiles had never really dealt with a situation where she'd discover her 'flight or fight' response, so she was a little surprised when she dug her heels on the dirt and stared at the Alpha head on despite Scott trying to pull her, a growl building on her chest that only made the werewolf hunting them snarl angrily.
"Stiles! C'mon!" It was only Scott's shaky pleas that had her holding his hand and pulling him, running in whatever direction she could while Scott sometimes hissed directions as he was keeping a watch on the thing following them.
She jumped when he did, stopping just short of going into the water and blinking quickly as she looked around, somewhat gathering her bearings.
Scott was desperately swimming, looking around in fear as Stiles sighed in relief, hearing the Alpha back away now that they were out of the woods, leaving her to put her hands on her hips and raise her brows at her friend calling for her searchingly.
"Scott! Scott! Calm down!" He snapped around to look at her, eyes wide and looking confused before finally calming down enough to notice that he was in a pool, stopping his splashing once he caught sight of the man watering his plants and staring at them in bafflement, making Stiles very much aware that she was in pajamas and that it was freezing. "I am so sorry-"
"What the hell are you kids high on?!"
She opened and closer her mouth a few times before grimacing apologetically whilst Scott flushed and started swimming to edge to pull himself up, probably seeing that the man was growing more enraged the longer he kept inside.
"We'll just- leave. Sorry, again!" Stiles sank her nails on Scott's arm, heaving him the rest of the way and promptly jumping back the way they came, hearing the man sputtering behind, but ignoring it in turn of searching for the beast, not being able to tell which way he went, as Peter seemed to have scattered his scent all over the place, the sneaky bastard.
She snapped her eyes back at Scott when he finally jumped the fence while a stream of apologies left his mouth to the still fuming man, shaking his head in a way that left her no choice but imagine him as a dog and to glare at him for the droplets of water hitting her skin.
"What the hell was that?"
Either he was talking about the Alpha following them, or Stiles' act of growling back at where they'd woken up, the answer remained the same.
"I think it's time we reconsider that joke about turning into werewolves, buddy."
Scott glared at her, genuinely upset this time.
"Are you serious right now? Stiles! I'm seriously freaked out! Can you not joke about something for five seconds?!" He snapped angrily, face darkening and flashing golden eyes her way.
"Do I look like I'm fucking joking?" Stiles bit back, baring her teeth and crossing her arms tightly, sinking her nails on her arm and being able to smell the slight coppery scent from where she was drawing blood. "I don't know about you, Scott, but I don't usually make it a habit to wake up in the middle of the woods!"
Still, he didn't seem to budge, only glaring harder and making her scoff angrily.
"You know what? Whatever! Ignore it as much as you want, but I'm going to find a solution!"
Stiles started walking, stomping away and leaving the shaking boy behind.
"Where are you even going?!"
"Somewhere I don't have to look at your stupid face!" She shouted back, hearing him rush after her.
"Stiles! You can't walk into the woods alone! What if it comes back?"
"Oh, you what do you care? If it's up to you that thing is just a figment of our imagination. Hey, maybe it was bunny!"
His cold hand on her shoulder forced her to stop after the sarcastic remark, turning her around as Stiles glared heatedly at him, watching Scott trying to wrestle his anger into control.
"Look, I'm sorry, alright? But- But werewolves? They're not real and I'm scared, OK?! None of this is normal-"
"It still gives you no right to snap at me when I'm in the same boat as you." He seemed surprised by Stiles' snarl, stepping back a little before his face fell into a pained puppy-look. "I'm also here. I'm also freaked out."
"You're right! You're right… I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry, be better." He nodded weakly, and the scent of something she was somehow able to recognize as remorse had her hackles lowering slightly. "Look, I know you think I'm joking, but I'm really not, Scott."
His face twisted, lips pulling down as a tell that he just didn't believe her, making Stiles groan and raise her hands in frustration.
"Stiles… Maybe we should just go to the hospital. I think that maybe… Maybe you're sick in the head-"
"Oh, my God-!"
"Listen me out, alright? We don't even have to go to a doctor! Maybe just my mom-"
"Look, you do whatever you want, but Friday night is the full moon, and I'm going to find a way to lock myself up." She interrupted sharply, pulling away from his pleas. "Because I don't want to put the people I care about in danger."
This time when she stomped away, he didn't follow, but Stiles still heard him kicking some leaves in anger before walking the opposite way of her.
Stubborn little shit! Yeah, you do whatever you fucking want! Tear Allison's throat out, for all I care! Kill your mom! Or everyone in that stupid party!
She had to rely on her own scent after a while, following the trail she had left back to the Sheriff's house, hearing him out on the kitchen and wondering if she could get away with saying she had been out for a walk before looking down at her shoeless self, deciding she had a better shot at sneaking through the window.
It wasn't all that hard, not when she searched for that raging warmth that spread through her muscles when she wanted to use that new strength.
Stiles stepped a back a few times before pushing with as much explosion she could, her new reflexes keeping her from slamming into the wall above her window, claws elongating enough for her to sink them on the wood above it so she could slide feet first over in her room, heart hammering fast in exhilaration and a smile slowly spreading from her lips before she tightened her lips, shaking her head in dismissal and raising from her crouch.
"Right. School." Void sent her a disappointed look from his spot on the bed, meowing disapprovingly before plopping his head back down. "Shut up, you don't know what you're talking about."
A new groan and she was moving to get ready, wondering for how long she could ignore Scott and for how long she was going to be in denial about her situation.
The answer to both was an unsurprising, 'as long I can.'
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The other werewolf was waiting for Stiles when she arrived at the school, springing out of nowhere to peek at her through the Jeep's window with a sheepish and pleading look, but Stiles' only reply was a bare of teeth before she slammed the door on his side to open it, jumping down from the car and walking away while Scott tried trailing after her.
She had an easier time sliding between bodies than he had, it was just unfortunate that they shared most classes.
He dropped next to her bench in chem, but she promptly ignored him while the room filled one by one.
"C'mon, Stiles- I'm sorry, alright? I didn't mean to say you're crazy." It was easy to keep quiet, disdainfully putting her things down and checking the board for what Mr. Harris was going into that day.
The werewolf senses let her hear the numerous apologies he was whispering, even after the teacher sent him to the other side of the class because it was clear he was trying to talk to her while he was in the middle of the lesson.
He tried following after her to other classes, but after she snapped at him to just leave her fucking be, Scott pulled back with a wounded-puppy look, keeping his distance and sending her sad looks. Something she thinks would've worked on her or real Stiles, if it wasn't so close to the full moon, where every slight felt like the worst insult one could deal.
She was growing more agitated the longer she spent at school, having to go through it all over again, having to live a life not her own, having to deal with the gnawing rage that bubbled up her throat and made her want to roar and rip something out with her teeth.
Honestly, she barely remembers ending in the field, but one minute she was staring down at the floor to the blood pooling under her table from her closed fists, her claws tearing at her palms as Stiles had to deal with the all the noises and smells and feelings, and in the next, she had a death grip on her lacrosse stick and Scott was on the ground behind her from where she shoulder-checked him so hard she sent him toppling down to the grass.
"I-" She started, stepping back in shock as he peered at her with his mouth open. It was the slight fear and hurt shining in his eyes that made her mouth click shut and forced Stiles to turn around and shove her head into the helmet, walking away while hearing him get up.
Stiles could feel his gaze sharp on her back, and it wasn't the only one.
She froze, head lifting just a little to sniff curiously, frowning and slightly confused to where she smelled that scent before.
Where the hell- there!
Her head snapped to the side, glowing eyes sharp on the figure standing near the locker-rooms and in the shadows.
Derek's face was blank, nothing giving him away as he was caught by Stiles, who frowned a little, moving to walk his way before the Coach's sharp whistle took her attention away from the older werewolf.
When she looked back, he wasn't there anymore, nor could she smell him around, but then again, she was new to this and the wind was going against him.
"Stilinski!" The coach shouted angrily, but he always sounded angry, anyways."Get your ass over here!"
"Don't talk about my ass." She muttered to herself, giving one last glance around in search of the other werewolf before jogging to the new circle of boys waiting to have their tries at making first line. Though Stiles had been in a blacked-out haze, she faintly remembers that Scott had made first line, as per canon, and that she had shoulder-checked him when he bounced her way to celebrate with her as he assumed she would be too excited to be mad at him.
Right, she would definitely apologize for that.
"Finally! Thank you for joining, princess!" The coach mocked, and if she hadn't heard him call some other boy 'cupcake', she would've definitely gotten offended, as it were, Stiles merely glared around to the jeers from the boys before rolling her eyes and waving Finstock's way as if to urge him to get on with it, something he did after snapping at the boys to quit being little shits.
Honestly, Stiles was too distracted by searching for Derek and trying not to feel guilty that Scott was still cheering her on despite how she had just treated him. Still, she stepped back when someone tried ramming into her violently, watching the boy go flying past her and tumbling down.
Some people laughed from the stands, others booed - she couldn't tell if they were booing her for not getting run over, or the boy for trying to take her down when she didn't even have the ball. But she could smell the acrid scent of anger.
A quick look at the bench and she caught sight of Scott shaking in fury, eyes dark flickering gold and trained on the boy getting up from the grass and sending her a sneer.
She joined him in his anger, baring her teeth in response and tightening her grip on the stick, shooting out to go through him and a few others that were trying to stop her from reaching the player with the ball, going low and using her shoulder to throw them over her back.
Her legs burned for a moment at her pushing just a tad harder to jump and catch the ball, sliding on the dirt before sinking her shoes on the grass and shooting out to the goal, this time only ducking away from the players trying to stop her.
She grinned once people exploded into cheers at the ball hitting the net after her goal, turning around to smirk at the players gaping and glaring at her, jogging to the middle of the field to fight for the ball with some skinny kid.
He smelled of anxiety and something spicy as she approached.
Her eyes met his, and it took her only a moment to place those grey-ish blue ones.
Isaac quickly looked away, face flush either in exhaustion already or from her sharp attention on him, but she was pulled back to the game with the Coach's whistle ringing out, taking away with the ball and deciding to be a team player, that time.
In the end, she wasn't exactly surprised that the Coach was shaking her by the shoulders, telling her she made first line, and that she and Scott would have to tell him what they did during winter break to turn them into such 'shooting machines'.
Got bit the woods by a magical beast, is all.
She jogged to meet up with Scott, who was shifting on his spot hesitantly, as if he didn't know how to act, making Stiles sigh guiltily before sending him an unsure smile.
"I'm… sorry. For earlier. That was a dick move." A smile slowly stretched on his lips at her apology before quickly gathering her up in an excited hug, actually lifting her up and spinning them around while she laughed.
"You made first line!"
"We made first line!" Stiles corrected, smiling softly when he beamed down at her in excitement, squeezing his shoulders once he put her down to bounce a little on the spot. "You were really cool, Scott."
"And you! When you sent Stevens over your shoulder?! Dude! I didn't know you knew how to do that!" Her smile strained a little as she shrugged.
"I didn't." Scott paused, opening his mouth as if he wanted to say something before shaking his head, stopping himself and probably deciding that it wouldn't be worth it to start their argument all over again, choosing to smile and pretend the air wasn't tense. "Do you want a ride to the Clinic?"
"Oh, uh- No, it's cool. I know you usually take your dad dinner on Thursdays." She did?
Right. Stiles did.
She nodded slowly, taking her hands away from his shoulders and smiling awkwardly.
"Right. I should probably hit the showers to leave, then." Scott send her a funny look, but grinned again, bobbing his head and waving at her before finally noticing Allison, who'd been apparently waiting for them to finish talking or to be noticed.
She sent Stiles an unsure smile that grew less tense when the new werewolf waved at her from behind Scott, returning the gesture until Scott finally reached her.
So, taking food to the Sheriff.
Stiles knew he liked curly fries from the joint near the station, but original Stiles had been very adamant in her healthy recipes book that she was finding ways to make him quit it, or at haggle with him that if he wanted the fries, he'd have to eat something healthy with it.
…How would he feel about smoothies in the morning?
She startled at the arm blocking her way to the locker as the hand slammed on the wall on her side; when Stiles followed to the person that had the arm attached, she raised her brows at Jackson peering down at her with a charming grin, perfect teeth glinting in the light, but his eyes- Oh, his eyes only held contempt and coldness despite the flirty curl in his lips.
"Hey, Stiles." The boy tilted his head to the side, showing off his perfect face structure and nearly making Stiles snort before she looked him up and down in curiosity, trying to understand his angle. From what she understood, whilst Stiles had been head over heels by the jock, he hadn't been all that nice to her.
"Captain." His smile turned in equal parts wooden and cocky, as if reassured of his position and aware of her own, then. "Need anything?"
"Just wanted to congratulate you for making first line." Jackson's eyes turned hooded as he leaned a little closer, making Stiles lean back to keep her distance. "Maybe we can swap training regimes. You and McCall were pretty good on the field today, it's almost like you had… help."
Oh.
Oh!
She couldn't bite back her snicker, turning her face away while his smile turned into a sneer.
Right, he thought they were on steroids!
She can understand why he thought that, though. If only for how they changed physically, already. Even if hers wasn't as noticeable due to her loose masculine clothes, bu they had.
Changed, that is.
Her face wasn't as sharp, and she'd put on some healthy weight, and when she had gotten ready that morning, she was almost sure she'd see the start of some abs, if she flexed. But she had filled out, much to her relief.
Scott's was easier to see, especially for Jackson, if he'd seen the boy changing into his uniform. He shot up, as well. His shirt was straining on his shoulders and when he sat down, Stiles had caught sight of his ankles, as if his jeans were too short for him. Not that Scott had noticed.
If he did, he was pretending it was normal.
Stiles shook her head to grin up at Jackson, watching him put on the flirting mask back and hide away his anger at her reaction.
"Right, I don't know what to tell you. We just trained a lot during break." She shrugged, smiling condescendingly at him. "Don't worry, Captain. We won't bring the team down."
His smile sharpened, eyes narrowing a little before he leaned closer again. This time Stiles stood her ground, returning his cold stare head on.
"No, you won't." Or else.
Jackson looked her over once before finally leaning back and clearing the way to her locker room, scoffing quietly and moving to the boy's lockers, all but shoving a boy leaving out of the way.
Stiles almost kept walking to shower, but the sight of Isaac scrambling to pick his things from the floor had her moving to help him, ignoring the startled look he was sending her from beneath his curly bangs.
"Are you alright?" She muttered quietly, as if speaking to a scared animal about to flee.
She watched him shrink away from her gaze when it curiously roved over him, trying to catch sight of any bruises either caused by his father or Jackson, but Isaac didn't answer her, just hid his face again and quickly took his things from her hands, tucking his chin into his chest as if nodding.
"Thank you." Was all he whispered before walking away so fast it was a step away from a run.
Stiles watched his back, sitting on her heels and biting her cheek thoughtfully until finally shaking her head and rising to her feet again.
Apparently, she had dinner to pick up.
"So, why did you call?" Stiles raised her eyes from the burger she'd been staring at in hopes of not talking with the Sheriff, noting how he was looking at her in suspicion while slowly taking a curly fry into his mouth, as if waiting for her to snatch it from his fingers, but the man was already eating a veggie burger, he could have some fries with it. Plus, she'd gotten him a diet coke.
"What do you mean?"
He didn't look much impressed with her playing dumb, though she really wasn't.
"Stiles, you never call ahead to see if I'm free."
Oh! Damn. The girl felt a flicker of annoyance at real Stiles for being such a little shit. God, but she was a little obnoxious, wasn't she?
She shrugged in response, pinching a fry between her fingers and taking her time with chewing it before finally coming up with a response.
"I thought you'd be busy with all the half-body in the woods… thingy." He still didn't look convinced, so she rolled her eyes dramatically. "And you let me keep Void! I figured I might as well be a good daughter for a while as a thank you."
"Now that I believe." He smiled, making Stiles' huff and quiet laugh in response, popping another fry in her mouth while her mind drifted back to Isaac, as it had the whole day since she'd gotten out of practice. "Alright, kiddo. Spill. What's in your mind?"
She looked at the Sheriff for a moment, studying him deeply whilst wondering if she could trust him.
It felt stupid to even wonder.
That was a man that lost his job because of his son and still loved him, that chose to believe his son about the supernatural without any proof, that was willing to do anything for him.
Noah Stilinski was a good man.
She could trust him, Stiles felt it in her bones.
"What should I do if… If I know that some boy from school is being hurt at home?" He paused, brows frowning and face turned serious while he chewed slowly, putting down the veggie burger to straighten on his seat.
"Has the kid spoken to you?"
"No, but I just… I know."
It was the Sheriff's time to study her before nodding slowly, a small smile pulling at his lips.
"You're a good kid, Stiles." She flushed darkly at his softly proud eyes, shifting on her spot at the uncomfortable churning in her stomach, unused to any sort of parental praise, clearing her throat and lowering her arms again, cheeks red.
"I haven't done anything, yet. And it's… It's the right thing to do." When she looked up again, the man was nearly glowing with how proud he looked, making Stiles purse her lips a little. "So? What- What should I do?"
The Sheriff tilted his head to one side and then another, "Do you think you'd be able to get him to ask for help, himself?" Stiles thought about it, before making a face and giving an unsure shrug. She didn't know if original Stiles had ever talked to Isaac, and when he showed up, his father had been dead, so it wasn't like she had any reference to properly answer that. "I'm going to be honest with you, sweetheart, if he doesn't come forward, there's little we can do."
"But-"
"I'm not saying there isn't any way to help him, but the truth is that sometimes the system will do more harm than good." His lips tightened in disappointment, his head shaking a little. "But I could investigate, only for him to deny all allegations against whoever is hurting him."
"Or he could get lost in the system." Stiles completed, slumping in her seat sadly. "Can't CPS do anything?"
"That's the thing kiddo, they could, but the case could fall through, or take too long and he'd be in a tougher spot." They took a moment to eat and stew on the information, but the Sheriff shook his head after some long seconds. "Tell me everything and we'll see where we go from there."
So she did.
Stiles told him all she noticed that day and what she remembers from watching the show, begrudgingly keeping to herself some of the information that she knew she wouldn't be able to explain.
"I don't think I've spoken to him for long before today." She admitted, frowning down to her cold fries before the Sheriff reached over to squeeze her hand gently.
"It's not your fault, Stiles." Stiles' father spoke quietly, trying to catch her eyes and sending her a reassuring look. "You try getting close to Isaac. Maybe all he needs is a friend to count on, you do that and I'll look into getting him help, alright?"
The werewolf nodded slowly, sending the Sheriff a small smile.
"You're a good man, Sheriff." His cheeks pinked a little, but he had a soft smile on his lips when he reached over to tweak her nose teasingly.
"Thank you, kid. Now, how's the thing settling?"
"His name is Void!"
After leaving the station, Stiles used the night to drive around for a bit, familiarizing herself with the town if only as a way of distracting herself from the itch in her bones whenever the moonlight hit her.
She also found a hardware store and stared at the chains for so long that the man trying to help her just slowly started backing away, not wanting to deal with her and her short ambiguous answers.
Stiles tested them and found herself awfully disappointed that she was able to break most of them off without much effort, and that the few that seemed to hold better were so expensive that she would rather lock herself in a freezer.
She hid the single chains on her pocket, frustrated as she waved at the clerk watching her warily before walking out, huffing up and watching her breath fog the air.
The full moon was the next day, and she had about one more night of sleep before she was forced to admit that she wasn't back any time soon.
The girl felt a little bad for Stiles that no-one had noticed that something was different about her, that there was a trespasser inside her body. Well, it'd be up to her to make them all grovel.
There wasn't much to do, and she was forced to drive back to the Stilinski's home, texting Scott back half-heartedly, something he seemed to notice as he'd send the same message in between others.
'are u mad me?'
She stopped answering it after the third time, rolling her eyes and working on giving Void his medicine, distracting herself by trying to get him to play, but the ugly cat seemed content to ignore her, exploring the house with Stiles trailing after her.
Stiles still locked her window and door before going to bed, hoping that it'd keep werewolf her from going out even if she knew it wouldn't work to keep her inside, if Alpha-controlled her tried leaving.
Thankfully, the next morning she woke up in bed. Although not her own, at least she wasn't in the middle of the woods.
It was while she was getting ready that Stiles decided to simply not go.
She paused mid organizing her backpack that not going was an option. Something she seriously needed, as even in the quietness of the room she already felt her teeth on edge and as if she was about to explode. Like she was too big for her body.
A quick text warning the Sheriff, asking if it was alright for her to stay home as she only had a half-day and that she wasn't feeling very well, and she was flipping her backpack to put a few bottles of water and all the chains she found in the basement. She hesitated before putting a few extra sandwiches inside as well, nodding to herself before also putting inside a change of clothes that she hoped original Stiles didn't have much attachment to.
Then, with the approval of Stiles' father, filling Void's bowls and scratching behind his ears, the new werewolf drove to the Animal Clinic. Teeth clenched and glaring at the street ahead of her.
She had to take a few minutes to find herself again, having come back to already in front of the clinic. Shaking her head, Stiles finally jumped down from the jeep to walk inside, flinching at the bell ringing above her head. The sharp sound irritating her enough that her hand shot up to stop it, frowning and only letting it go when the door closed.
"Oh, Stiles! Is everything alright with Void? You haven't come to return him, have you?" Stiles' eyes snapped at the man smiling blankly at her from behind the counter, shifting her shoulders and shaking her head.
"Void is doing well. He's in love with the Sheriff." She smiled humorlessly, the wooden smile falling just as soon as she put it on. "It's me. I- I need your help."
"Oh?" His eyes sharpened as the new werewolf nodded slowly, eyes flicking down to the thing she could barely touch before returning her golden eyes to the druid pleadingly. "I don't know how I can help you, Stiles."
"I know you know. You wouldn't have tested me if you didn't. Please, I just- I just need a way to lock myself or contain-"
"I'm sorry, Miss Stilinski." He interrupted almost too sharply, making her blink in surprise. "I simply do not know what you are talking about."
She stared at him in disbelief for a few seconds, mouth opening and brows scrunching in hurt.
"Wha- Please, Doc! I don't want to hurt anyone, plea-"
"I'm sorry." Her eyes filled with tears, simply not being able to understand why he couldn't- why he wouldn't help her when she was begging him to-
Right, I'm not Scott.
Stiles thought bitterly, pinching her lips and clenching her teeth, nodding once, resigned. Promptly turning around to leave despite the slight guilt that crossed his face, biting her bottom lip harshly and looking at her car helplessly.
What the hell was she going to do?!
She'd already seen that very few chains could hold her, and how would she lock herself? Where? How did Scott do it, again? Would a handcuff keep her?
No, if chains didn't stop her, then how would a measly handcuff?
God, fuck past Stiles for leaving it all for her to deal with!
Harshly wiping away her eyes, Stiles finally moved away from the door to the jeep, looking at the time and not being exactly relieved with noticing it was still early in the morning.
She had a few hours to find a place to hole up in where the hunters wouldn't find her.
Would her room hold her?
No, what if the Sheriff tried checking up on her?
She drove aimlessly for a few hours, checking places and even visiting the station to let the Sheriff know she was feeling better and that she would be out that night, claiming that her and Scott would have a sleepover to study for some imaginary test.
Stiles ignored Scott's texts about her whereabouts, feeling the panic rising the longer it took her to come up with a solution.
Later she'd slap herself for taking so long to think about it, but the answer to her problems nearly slapped her in the face in the way of the Preserve's wood sign.
The new werewolf huffed in relief, all but jumping down from her moving car with her backpack in one hand and running through the woods in the direction of where she'd gotten bit, slowing down to look around desperately before forcing herself to calm down; closing her eyes and taking a deep breath to listen.
She heard everything; from the animals moving around, to the leaves brushing against each other, to the person approaching her from the side.
Stiles waited for him to show himself, breath heavy but calming down by the second, blinking at Derek watching her blankly.
"I need your help."
A/N: So yeah! I'm hyperfixated! Who would've thought?! Also, crossposting this on Wattpad and seriously thinking of also posting on AO3, but who knows, really.
Um, so yeah, I'm trying not to stretch the first episode so much, but holy God. It's just that it feels like she has a lot to take in at first, especially as she's still trying to gather her bearings, but hey, look guess who she's going to turn to? Also, yeah, I don't blame Scott. My boy is honestly more worried about Stiles being sick than the fact that they're waking up in the woods, and nope, Stiles won't be taking any of the shit OG!Stiles did. We're calling out our friend in this mofo and communicating! Yay!
Anywho, see you maybe in a few days! Bye bye!
