(I made this GIF just for this Ãwà I spent a while on it, making it quite a few times, to get it just right and I'm very happy with how it turned out. I thought it would be a fun little addition to the season 2 chapters of this story âºï¸ I might make more for the future seasons as well)
(Edit: I remade the gif, added a watermark to it and made it better in my opinion with the skills I have now :))
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Y/n sits in one of the chairs near Lydia's hospital room, Stiles' head in her lap. With one hand she gently runs her fingers over his buzzcut hair as he sleeps and plays with her phone in the other. The smiley-face filled 'Get Well!' balloon bobs in the air, it's ribbon anchored to his wrist. She looks down at him as he starts to mumble and talk in his sleep. "Oh... Just like that. No, no, you first." His brows raise in surprise. "Me first?" He gets a dopey smile and snickers before it fades and he snores a bit.
Y/n quirks a brow and smirks down at him amusedly. "What are you dreaming?" She muttered to herself.
Mr. Martin comes out of Lydia's room and sees the two teens. Stiles was now kissing air as Y/n carefully took a picture to make fun of him for later. He gets Melissa's attention and points to them. "They've been here all night?" He asked.
"She's been here all weekend and he comes in to keep her company." She responds and he looks at her a bit surprised.
Y/n glances over as a nurse comes near to change out the bag in the trash bin. "You're dirty." Stiles suddenly talks again in his sleep making the nurse jump a bit. Y/n snickers as he kisses air again and she's mildly tempted to see herself what he's dreaming. She dismisses it though because magic like that is tiring and plus the noise the nurse made woke him. He blinks in a daze. When he sees Y/n smiling at him he hastily sits up, smacking the balloon away when it bumped his face.
"Did you sleep well?" She asked with a slight smirk.
"Uh, y-yeah. Yeah, I did."
She nodded. "That's good."
He nodded and got up, taking the balloon off of his wrist and gave it to her to hold before going around the corner to the vending machine. He yawned as he fished around his pocket for change. Once he made his decision he put the money in and pressed the correct buttons. The machine pushed the Reese's candy forward but it got caught on the coil. He sighed. He pressed the buttons again but it wouldn't budge. "Seriously? Come..." He bangs on the glass with his palm to try and shake it off but still nothing. He shook it a bit with still no results. "Y/n?" He called.
She came around the corner with her brows raised in question. "Yes?"
He pointed to the machine. "Can you help me get that?"
"How?"
"You know, like..." He wiggled his fingers at the machine. "Your cool mind thing you do?"
She squinted her eyes a bit and lowered her voice. "You want me to use magic to get you candy?"
"...Yes?"
She shook her head with a laugh. "No. If you didn't know what I could do you'd have to get it yourself." He deflates a bit. "Aw, don't pout. You're strong man. You can do it." She smiled and nodded her head to the machine.
"Fine." He looks at it before going up and wrapping his arms around it seemingly trying to lift it. When that doesn't work he puts his hands on top of it and started shaking it. Although he shakes it too much and it falls forward. He jumps back out of it's way and it crashes, the glass shattering.
Y/n at gapes at the scene in front of her. "Stiles!" She whipser yells in shock. He rushes forward to try and get it up. She went to help but stopped in her tracks when she felt a hand grab her arm. She whipped her head down and caught a glimpse of burned skin but it was gone when she blinked. "What?" She muttered to herself. She couldn't think much of it when Lydia's scream tore through the hallway. "Lydia?" She and Stiles both bolted to her room.
"What the hell was that?" Melissa said as she and Mr. Martin got to the door when the teens did. She opens the door and they all go in, Y/n pushing past everyone and running to the bathroom. The water was still running but Lydia was nowhere around. Melissa turns the water off. Y/n and Stiles look over at the open window leading to a dark and cold Beacon Hills.
"Naked? As in nude?" Noah asks Melissa as she and Mr. Martin fill him in on what happened.
"I'm pretty sure they mean the same thing, but, yes, as far as we know she left here clothing-optional."
"All right, you checked the whole hospital, right?"
"Every last corner."
"Nothing suspicious?"
"Nothing. She just took off."
He turned to an officer. "All right, let's get an APB out on a 16-year-old redhead. Any other discriptors?"
"5'3'', green eyes." Stiles offered automatically.
"Fair-skinned, and her hair is actually strawberry blonde." Y/n finished.
"Is that right?" Noah asked.
"Yeah." Stiles nodded
"Come here." Noah switfly grabbed him by the back of the neck and pulled him away, Y/n following. "What the hell are you still doing here?"
"He's here for me." Y/n defended. "He's keeping me company while I've been here for Lydia."
"Providing moral support." Stiles agreed.
"Uh-huh. How 'bout you provide your ass back home, where you should be."
"Okay, I can do that too."
"Yeah." He lets Stiles go. "And you should go and get some rest." He looked pointedly at Y/n.
"I'll try." She nodded and followed the boy. "Did you get it?" She asked and he nodded. Both of them walked down the hall, pointedly ignoring the two workers fixing the broken vending machine. They hop in his Jeep, Scott already waiting for them (and with a new haircut, I might add). Stiles hands Scott the blood stained hospital gown.
"This is the one she was just wearing?" They nod. Scott notices Y/n's tense body language. "I'm not gonna let anyone hurt her. Not again." He assured her.
"Neither will I." She promised, whether it was to herself, to them, to Lydia, or all of the above, she wasn't sure.
"All right, just shove the thing in your face and let's find her." Stiles said and started the Jeep. "Waow!" Stiles exclaimed when Allison showed up in the headlights.
She went around to Scott's window. "What are you doing here? Someone's gonna see us." Scott gently warned.
"I don't care. She's one of my best friends, and we need to find her before they do."
"I can find her before the cops can."
"How about before my father does?"
"He knows?" Stiles asks.
"Yeah. I just saw him and three other guys leave my house in two SUV's."
"Search party." Scott said.
"No." Y/n shook her head. "Hunting party. Get in." Scott opened his door and she climbed into the back with Y/n. Stiles pulled away from the hospital and drove down the street.
"Aren't you able to do like a tracking spell or something?" Allison asked Y/n.
"It's not that simple. I need something with a personal connection to her. It's the best way to ensure an actual trace, but there's no time to search through her room. And even then it would waste time we don't have."
"What about her blood? That's pretty personal." Stiles offered but Y/n firmly shook her head.
"I don't do that. Blood magic is serious stuff and I'm not ready for that yet. Scent is our best bet right now."
"All right, but if she's actually turning would they actually kill her?" He then asked Allison.
"I don't know. They won't tell me anything. Okay, all they say is, 'we'll talk after Kate's funeral, when the others get here'."
"What others?"
"I don't know, they won't tell me that, either."
"Okay, your family's got some serious communtication issues to work on. Scott are we going the right way?" He raised his voice for Scott to hear him over the wind while he hung his head out the window.
He sniffed for a moment. "Take the next right!" He yelled back. And Stiles obeyed. They end up driving all the way to the Hale house, walking up to it's dilapidated structure.
"She came here? You sure?"
"Yeah, this is where the scent leads."
"I can smell it too." Y/n affirmed. "But I don't get it. Lydia's never been here. Has she?" She looked at them in question.
"Not with me." Allison denied. Y/n sighed as she and Stiles walked on while Allison stayed a bit back with Scott. "Maybe she came here on instinct, like she was looking for Derek."
"You mean... Looking for an Alpha." Scott said.
"Wolves need a pack, right?"
"Not all of them."
"But would she have been drawn to an Alpha? Is it an instinct to be part of a pack?"
"Yeah, we're- we're stronger in packs."
"Like strength in numbers."
"No, like-like, literally stronger, faster, better in every way."
"That the same for an Alpha?"
He nods. "That'll make Derek stronger too."
Stiles and Y/n had looped back around in their search and Stiles was now looking through the leaves on the ground, spotting a wire when he moved some. "Ooh, hey, look at this." He gently touched the wire as he inspected it. "You see this?" Allison looked back and went over to look too. "I think it's a trip wire."
Y/n's head whipped over to him at that and she saw what he was touching. "Stiles, don't touch-" But it's too late as Stiles tugs on the wire, activating the trap that catches Scott by the ankle, hanging him upside down. She sighs with a deadpan look.
"Stiles?" Scott calls.
"Yeah, buddy?" Him and Allison turn around to see Scott's predicament. "Oh."
"Next time you see a trip wire... Don't trip it."
"Yeah, noted."
They all went over to help but Scott stopped them. "Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Someone's coming."
Y/n heard the crunch of leaves under shoes a split second after he said that. "Hide." She urged and pulled the two away out of sight. She takes Stiles' hand when she hears Chris talking.
"Scott?"
"Mr. Argent." Scott responds.
"How are you doing?"
"Good. You know, just hangin' out. Is this one of yours? It's, uh, good. Nice design. Very constricting."
"What are you doing out here Scott?"
"Looking for my friend."
"Ah, that's right. Lydia's in your group now, isn't she?" The three teens peek out from behind the tree to see Chris crouched down in front of Scott. "Part of the clique? Is that the word you use? Or is there another way to put it? Part of your pack?"
"Actually, clique sounds about right to me."
"I hope so. 'Cause I know she's a friend of Allison's, and one special circumstance, such as yourself- one, I can handle. Not two."
"No." Scott whispers.
"Scott, do you know what a hemicorporectemy is?" He suddenly asks. Y/n takes in a quiet gasp, the word springing another to mind. One just as awful. Immolation. Death by burning, the way witches are executed by Hunters. Something all witches fear, including Y/n.
"I have a feeling I don't want to."
"It's a medical term for amputating somebody at the waist. Cutting them in half. Takes a tremendous amount of strength to cut through tissue and bone like that." He reaches up and gestures his hand across Scott's stomach in show. "Let's hope a demonstration never becomes necessary." And then he stands up and walks away, the other two Hunters following him.
"You okay?" Allison asks as soon as the coast is clear and the three stand around him again.
"It's just another life-threatning conversation with your dad." Scott jokes lightheartedly.
"Stiles, help me with this." Allison asks as she and Stiles go over to the trip wire mechanism.
Meanwhile Y/n stays with Scott as she looks down at him. "Do you wanna get it, or shall I?" She asks him.
"If you don't mind." She nods and looks up at the wire. Her eyes flash and with a swipe of her finger the wire is cut and Scott flips onto his feet. The two by the tree look back at them.
"Thanks." He says to them. "But I think she got it."
"Yeah." Stiles agrees and he and Allison smile at each other in amused surprise.
Scott and Y/n start walking but stop and look back when the other two haven't moved. "You comin'?" She asks with a smirk. The two supernaturals continue with the two humans rushing to catch up, Stiles having tripped over his feet after her.
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They hadn't gotten any closer to finding Lydia the night before, forcing them to go home. Stiles had heard something from his dad and he's now informing Y/n and Scott as they walk in to school. "She ate the liver?" Scott asked Stiles in confusion.
"No, I didn't say she ate it. I just said it was missing. And you know what? Even if she did, so what? It's the most nutritious part of the body."
"It might not even be Lydia. I didn't feel it." Y/n spoke up.
"Just in case she is, we need to think about this."
"I never ate anyone's liver." Scott said.
"Yeah, right, 'cause when it comes to werewolves, you're a real model of self-control." He stops them walking suddenly, "Actually wait- hold on. Y/n, you know about this stuff more than us. What do you think?"
"Well, I only know what's in my grimoire and that's not much either. Seems the only one of my family who had prolonged contact with werewolves was my mother and, from what I could tell, they were born werewolves. Bitten wolves behave a bit differently, like Scott."
Stiles turns to Scott then. "Okay. You're the test case for this, so we should be going over what happened to you."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean like what was going through your mind when you were turning, you know? What were you drawn to?"
"Allison."
"Okay, nothing else? Seriously?"
"Nothing else mattered. But, no, that's good, though, right? 'Cause the night that Lydia was bit, she was with that one guy, right?"
Y/n shook her head. "He ditched her after a while and even then, she was looking for Jackson."
Later Y/n sits next to Stiles, Scott in front of him, in Chemistry while Mr. Harris hands out the pop quiz papers. Stiles leans forward and speaks quietly to Scott and Y/n. "All right, it's causing me severe metal anguish to say this, but he's right."
"I know." Scott muttered.
"What if the next body part she steals is from someone who's still alive?"
"This is a pop quiz, Mr. Stilinski. If I hear your voice again, I may be tempted to give you detention for the rest of your highschool career." Mr. Harris says.
"Can you do that?"
"Stiles." Y/n quietly sighs and closes her eyes. Sometimes she wonders if he even realises he speaks out loud.
"Well, there it is again. Your voice. Triggering the only impulse I've ever had to strike a student repeatedly and violently." Danny and Jackson quietly laugh at the teacher's remarks. I'd like to strike him repeatedly and violently. Y/n thinks to herself. "I'll see you at 3:00 for detention. You too, Mr. McCall and Ms. L/n?"
"No, sir."
"I'm good." They reply.
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Stiles boredly looks up at the clock above Mr. Harris, watching the seconds tick by until it's 4. The clock seems to slow when the last few seconds come up. He anxiously watches the hands move. 5... 4... 3... 2... 1. He's quick to snatch up his books but Mr. Harris stops him. "Sit."
"Wha- but it's been an hour."
"My detention's an hour and a half."
"You can't do that."
"Oh... But I can. You see, Stiles, since your father was so judicious in his dealings with me, I've decided to make you my personal project for the rest of the semester. You are going to benifit from all the best that strict discipline has to offer. Now... Sit down, before I decide to keep you here all night."
Stiles sighs and reluctantly sits down again, leaning his head on his folded arms, and Mr. Harris continues with his work. Stiles openes his eyes when he felt something in his hand, looking up to see a folded piece of paper, the remnants of magic fading into the air. He looked up at Mr. Harris to make sure he wasn't looking before opening it up, smiling at the familiar handwriting inside.
It's just 30 minutes, you can do this. I'm right outside waiting for you <3
And if it makes you feel better, I can put bugs in his coffee or something ;) - Y/n
He smiles at the note and carefully puts it into his pocket. Y/n smiles as she sits by the classroom door with her back against the wall.
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Scott crouches behind a large gravestone with an angel statue, trying to keep out of sight of Allison's family so he can be there for her for Kate's funeral. A boy from school named Matt had taken some pictures of Allison when an older man takes his camera, two men who look like bodyguards behind him. He examines the camera as the crowd murmurs and Matt looks at him.
"This looks expensive." The man comments.
"Yeah, 900 bucks." Matt says.
The man takes out the memory card and holds it up. "And how expensive is this?" Matt shakes his head and then sighs as the man snaps the card in half, letting it drop to the ground before handing the camera back, and Matt walks away. The man goes over to the Argents and greets Chris. "Christopher."
"Gerard." Chris greets as they hug.
He goes over to where Victoria and Allison are sitting, Victoria standing to greet Gerard. "I'm so sorry." She says and sits back down. Then he looks at Allison. Stiles stumbles to the ground behind Scott, Y/n shaking her head at him before crouching with them. And together they watch.
"Do you remember me?" Gerard asks Allison. After a moment Allison nods a bit.
"Who the hell is that?" Stiles asks. The three duck back just as Gerard looks in their direction.
"He's definitely an Argent." Scott says. They carefully peek back around.
"Considering I haven't seen you since you were three, I don't suppose I can assume you'd call me grandpa. So if it's comfortable, call me Gerard for the time being. But I prefer grandpa." He smiles at her and takes a seat. Allison looks over to their hiding spot and Scott waves to her. She returns it with a tight smile before looking away.
"Hey, you know, maybe they're just here for the funeral." Stiles muses. "I mean, what if they're the non-Hunting side of the family? There could be non-Hunting Argents. It's possible, right?"
"No." Y/n says. She can tell just from the way he holds himself. This man is a Hunter, one who will take any chance to hunt if the opportunity is given. "They're reinforcements."
Suddenly Scott and Stiles are grabbed by the collar of their clothes, Y/n quickly standing to see Noah is the one who caught them. "Ah. The three of you. Unbelievable. Pick up my tie." He lets Stiles have some slack to grab the article.
"Got it. Sorry. I know, I'm supposed to ask." Stiles apologizes as he leads the two boys away, Y/n following behind them.
They get put in the back of the police car, Y/n squished between the boys. The radio statics to life. "4-1-5 Adam." A male voice says.
"I didn't copy that. Did you say 4-1-5 Adam?" Noah responds into the reciever.
"Disturbance in a car." Stiles whispers to them.
"They were taking a heart attack victim DOA. But on the way to the hospital, something hit 'em."
"What... Hit the ambulance?"
"Copy that. I'm standing in front of it right now. Something got in the back. There's blood everywhere. And I mean everywhere." The teens perk up at this.
"All right, unit 4, what's your 20?"
"Route 5 and post. I swear, I've never seen anything like this."
"All right, take it easy. I'm on my way." He puts up the radio. "Now, as for you three-" He cuts himself off when he turns around and sees the teens no longer there, the door left open from where they made their getaway.
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The three slowly and quietly creep through the dark and trees as they come upon the road, laying on the ground and looking at the ambulance a bit a ways off. "What the hell is Lydia doing?" Stiles wonders.
"I don't know." Scott says. The back of the vehicle is open wide, giving view to the bloodied walls and body inside.
"What kept you from doing that, was it Allison?"
"I hope so."
"Do you need to get closer?"
Scott scents the air and shakes his head a little. "No, I got."
Y/n also sniffs at the air, picking up the scent but something was off. "There's something not right here." She says with a furrowed brow. "The scent is just... It's not right." She sighs in frustration. "I can't explain why, but it just is. I just... I need to find her." She frowns in worry for her friend.
"Y/n." Scott put a hand on her shoulder and when she looked at him he gave her a reassuring look. "We will find her." She nods and he takes off, following the scent into the woods, only to find a homeless werewolf, an Omega. He unfortunately has to witness the hemicorporectemy performed by Gerard as Derek holds him back to keep him safe.
Y/n and Stiles stand on the road now, Noah standing in front of them and talking. Y/n couldn't focus on what was being said. The world faded a bit for her. Her eyes looked blankly at the ground. A voice drifted in the back of her mind. Someone calling to her? Suddenly she gasped as her head snapped up. She looked to the side just as a figure stepped into the lights of the vehicles. "Lydia?" She breathed in shock. Lydia stood there looking around for a moment, leaves caught in her messy hair. "Lydia!" Y/n ran to her friend, pulling off her coat and helping Lydia put it on. The poor girl was shivering. She pulled Lydia into her arms, subtley channeling some warmth into the embrace to help Lydia warm up a bit more.
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Published: 1/27/21
Edited: 4/12/22