You’ll Always Be My Hero - Chapter 91 ; Said the Spider to the Fly
Author: @harringtonstilinski
Characters: Stiles Stilinski x Emma Thomas (OC)
Word Count: 7,912
Warnings: fluff, smallest amount of angst, tiniest mention of almond milk (is that even a warning? read a/n2 to find out more)
A/N: Hi, friends! 91 Chapters down, 9 to go!! If you like this chapter, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊
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Getting to the airport from Beacon Hills; nothing.
Getting on the plane; nothing.
Getting into the air; a breeze.
Landing in DC; bumpy.
Spending two weeks with my love; priceless.
Packing up to go back to Beacon Hills…; hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.
Stiles was currently getting ready for his first day at GWU, George Washington University. I was so proud of him. He got into the Pre-FBI Program thanks to Rafael McCall. At least that man did one good thing in his life… well, two.
I sniffled as I heard rustling outside the bathroom door.
“Babe, you about ready?” Stiles asked.
“Yeah. Just, uhm, packing my bathroom stuff,” I answered, the door opening. I sighed and looked up, seeing him in what he likes to call his monkey suit.
“Does it look okay? Do I look okay?”
“You look as handsome as the day I met you,” I said, walking towards him, wrapping my arms around his waist. “Or as the day we started dating.” I was still waiting for him to pop the question since he kept teasing me about it.
He smiled and dipped his head down, pressing our lips together. “I can’t believe we’re only going to be 443 miles away from each other.”
I looked down, sheepishly.
“What?” he asked.
I pulled away. “Yeah, I’m not going to Boston,” I said, walking back in the bathroom.
“Why not?” he asked.
I sighed, picking up my toothbrush container and put it in my toiletries bag. “Mom called me last night. Wants me back in Beacon Hills. Says I can do an internship with her firm and get my career started earlier.”
Looking over to the bedroom, I saw Stiles standing in the doorway, looking upset.
“She said it’s the only way I’ll be able to actually have a career. Lawyers don’t always get hired on in our supernatural town. The best way for me to live my dream career is to just… do what Mom suggests.”
His face softened with understanding before he wrapped me in his arms.
“I don’t want to leave you,” I whispered, tears gathering in my eyes.
“I don’t want you to leave either, but I guess you have to,” he whispered back.
A knock on his dorm door alerted us to someone’s presence.
“Who’s here?” he asked.
My abilities had weakened a little bit since being away from Beacon Hills, but they still worked. “Uhm, Mom… I think.”
The person on the other side of the door revealed themselves, and I was so happy to have been correct. She walked in, travel outfit ready. “You ready, sweetheart?”
“Can you actually meet us at the Pre-FBI Building? I wanna walk him in,” I said.
Mom smiled and nodded her head, “Of course. I’ll give you two a ride. Come on.”
~~~
Walking inside of a building I wasn’t going to even be in was really weird. I was way underdressed in my leggings and workout jacket.
Stiles led me up the stairs to the hallway where his classroom was, stopping at the FBI Seal on the carpet. He looked up at me and smiled, whispering, “I can’t believe I’m here.”
“I can’t believe it either,” I said, standing in front of him. I started fixing his tie, continuing my train of thought. “Now, you listen to me, Stiles Stilinski. You go in there, you pay attention, learn something, and above all--” I looked at him, seeing the smirk on his face. “Kick ass.”
“I will,” he said, wrapping his arms around my shoulders. I wrapped my arms around his middle, pressing the side of my head to his chest, listening to his heartbeat. “Call me when you land?”
I nodded. “Of course. Was planning on it anyway.”
“Call me when you can after that. I don’t care what time it is,” he said, pulling back. “Okay?”
I nodded, looking down. He hooked his finger under my chin, lifting my head to look me in the eyes. “It’s all going to be okay,” he whispered.
“Stiles, we haven’t been apart since we were babies,” I whispered through the lump in my throat. “How am I gonna survive without you?”
He chuckled lightly. “You’ll find a way. You always do.” He placed a kiss on my forehead. “Call me when you land and anytime you have free after that, okay?”
I nodded my confirmation. “Copy that.”
He smirked and dipped his head, connecting our lips. They moved in sync for a good two or three minutes before we pulled apart, taking deep breaths. That was the last kiss I was going to share with Stiles until Thanksgiving or Christmas. And it made me sad.
“I love you, beautiful. So much,” he whispered.
“I love you, too, handsome. So much more than you can ever imagine,” I whispered back.
We shared another sweet kiss, this one not as long as the previous one before pulling back. I watched as Stiles walked toward the hallway, turning around and mouthing, “I love you.”
I smiled and blew him a kiss before mouthing back, “I love you.”
~~~
“I hate this,” I said, walking onto the field. “I hate being away from you. It sucks.”
“I know. Sucks you had to turn down Harvard,” Stiles said.
Did I forget to mention I called him once I got to the school from the airport? No? Oh. Well… I called Stiles when I got to the high school.
“Yeah, but… we both know why,” I said, sadness in my voice. I placed down my duffle bag, grunting as I did so.
“What are you doing? Where are you?”
“Uhm--”
“I hope you’re at home, unpacking.”
“Would you be mad if I said I had my bag with me, but I wasn’t at home?” I asked, smile on my face even though he couldn’t see.
He sighed on the other end. “Babe--”
“Alright,” I caved. “I’m at the high school. Apparently, Mom reminded me of a very small detail regarding the lacrosse team.”
“What?”
“I’m still Assistant Coach,” I reminded him. “I never told Bobby I resigned.”
“Are you going to?”
I thought about this for a moment, before shaking my head and smirking to myself. “I’m not sure. I might stick with it. I mean, I liked it when you and Scott were on the team. Liam and Corey are still here, so if I stay, it’ll give me a good excuse to keep an eye on them.”
Stiles sighed again on the other end before yawning. I pulled my phone away from my ear, brows scrunched in question as I looked at the time. 8:30 California time. “Stiles?”
“Hmmm?”
I chuckled a little, shaking my head at him. “Please go to bed. It’s 11:30 over there.”
“Mhmm,” he said. I could tell he was falling asleep.
“Babe, listen to me,” I said, pausing for a couple seconds. I felt Scott’s presence as I looked around at nothing. “Are you listening?”
“What? Oh, yeah,” he said, yawning.
“Grab my pillow and cuddle with it. I sprayed it before I left, and I left my extra bottle of body mist for you to spray until I come back to visit, okay?” I heard him sniff before sighing. “Better?”
“Not really, but it’ll do for now,” he said. I could hear rustling on his end before he took a deep breath.
I chuckled as Scott came to a stop next to me. “Okay. Well, I’m gonna go so that you can sleep, alright?”
“Alright.”
“Okay. I--”
“I love you, beautiful.”
“I love you, too, handsome.” Shaking my head to myself, I chuckled while hanging up the phone and putting it in my back pocket. “He’s something else.”
Scott chuckled, putting his arm around my shoulders. “That he is. That he is,” he said. We looked at each other before pulling each other into a brotherly/sisterly hug. “Missed you, Em. Glad you’re home.”
“Rather be in DC still, but I’m glad to be home, too,” I said, pulling back from the hug.
“Come on. I need help getting the lights on and the sprinklers off,” he said, taking a couple steps backwards.
“Alright, I’m coming,” I said. “I’ll get the sprinklers, you get the lights. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand break!” We both went our separate ways to do our jobs, but a gasp escaped me when I thought about a couple more jobs. “Scotty! We need to line the field and get the balls out, too!”
I could tell he was chuckling as his head dipped after looking in my direction. “Cut the crap and help me,” I said, chuckling.
Scott went and got the field liner while I grabbed the bag of lacrosse balls, pouring them onto the grass.
I heard clinking, that familiar sound ringing in my ears. A whistle was placed around my neck, a smile being brought to my face before a clipboard appeared in front of my face. I took the clipboard, running my hand over it. “Feels nice having this whistle around my neck again.”
“Feels weird,” Scott said.
I turned around, seeing that he had a whistle around his neck, as well. “Don’t tell me,” I said, a wide smile on my face.
He turned around, showing me the back of the windbreaker he was wearing. Turning back to face me, he held out another windbreaker, smiling. “This one’s for you.”
I didn’t know what to say, so I just squealed and launched myself into Scott’s arms, happy. After being placed back on the ground, I put the windbreaker on, sighing. “Now this is more like it.”
We both looked at the lacrosse field, nostalgia hitting like a bus. Although it was just a few months ago that he and Stiles were playing on this very field, it still brought back a lot of memories. When Scott made First Line after getting bit, Stiles getting to play for the first time and us sharing a kiss before he ran out onto the field, the games we played while dealing with the Beast of Gevaudan.
Scott and I looked at each other, putting our whistles between our lips. We both looked back at the field before blowing our whistles.
Two players ran at each other, shouldering each other before their backs slammed onto the ground, another player scooping up the ball and running with it.
“Hey! Nice work, Diaz,” Scott said.
I was too busy looking at the next set of plays attached to my clipboard to pay attention. Scott elbowed me in the arm, causing me to look up at him. He tilted his head in the direction of the field, quickly shifting his eyes to the field and back at me.
“Oh,” I said, looking at the players on the ground. “Uh--” I looked down at the players names and their assigned number. “Nolan, you stay in there. You can take him.”
Another play commenced, one of the players ran to the goal, taking the shot before the players cheered.
“Alright!” I said, putting my clipboard under my arm and clapping. “Nice work. That’s the best shot of the pre-season.”
“Thanks, Coach,” the player said, running by Scott and I.
“Assistant Coach,” Coach said. “What exactly are you two doing?”
Scott and I turned to face my uncle. “Drills.”
“You’re giving them hope,” Coach said. He did a double take at me. “Aren’t you supposed to be in Massachusetts?”
“You haven’t talked to Mom, have you?” I asked.
“No.”
I sighed. “Since I want to be a lawyer, she thought it would be best if I forgoed going to Harvard and stay here to intern at her firm. That way I can technically start my career. Plus, I never resigned as AC. Hence why I’m wearing the Assistant Coach windbreaker.”
Coach looked between us, eyes landing on Scott. “When did I ever give you hope?”
Scott looked at Coach, smirking while shaking his head. “Never.”
“Exactly,” Coach said. “Nothing motivates more than withering criticism. Speaking of, uhm, losers, where’s your, uh, where’s your little protege?”
Scott and I both looked around, not seeing him. “Uhm…”
“Uhm?” Coach said. “Is-- is uhm a location? Is uhm behind me?”
I closed my eyes for two reasons; one, because of Coach and two, I was trying to get a feel for Liam’s location. Stiles wanted to try something out over the summer while I was with him. He wanted me to feel for his location while he was in the common area in his dorm. While it worked, it was silly. He came back each time telling me that the other people living in the other dorms looked at him like he was a nut each time.
While I had Liam’s location, Scott and Coach continued their conversation.
“He’ll be here,” Scott said. “Okay?”
“He’s the backbone of this team,” I added. “He stepped it up in every way possible.”
“A born leader who can handle anything that you throw at him.”
Yeah, I wasn’t so sure about that. You see, Liam called me a few weeks back, telling me that Hayden broke up with him. Mason ended up taking over that phone call, explaining that she didn’t break up with him and that she moved to protect her sister, which made perfect sense. I was glad that Stiles was out of Beacon Hills, with no plans to come back… for at least a few years.
I texted Mason, telling him that Coach was losing it and that Liam and Corey needed to get their asses on the field now or else Scott was gonna kill Liam and I was gonna kill Corey at family dinner.
I put my phone away as a player went down to the ground, hard.
“I swear to God, Emma and McCall, if you don’t get Dunbar out here in three, this’ll be both your last day as Assistant Coach,” Coach said.
I gaped at him, not knowing what to say.
“This is our last day as Assistant Coach,” Scott said.
It was his turn to get gaped at. “No, it’s not. Not for me,” I said.
“I can still dock both your pay,” Coach said.
“I’m a volunteer,” Scott said. “You want my whistle?”
“Who gave you a whistle?” Coach asked, which caused me to chuckle at him.
“Oh, sweet baby Jesus,” I whispered, grabbing my phone. I scrolled through my videos, trying to find a play that we could practice before I heard Coach say that he was gonna make Diaz, number 88, Captain. Switching to my messages, I brought up mine and Mason’s.
To Mason: Coach is making Diaz Captain. Get their asses here now.
As the play they were currently working on played out, Diaz dodged every boy that came at him, lifting his stick, turning, pulling out all the stops before he shot the ball towards the goal.
Out of seemingly fucking nowhere, Liam jumps in front of the goal, twisting as he did so while catching the ball. He landed on his feet, facing the team before running onto the field.
I cheered, raising my arms in the air while jumping.
“Now, that’s how you play lacrosse, McCall!” Coach said, excitement in his voice. He started walking down the side of the field, Scott and I following. “Emma, who is that kid? He’s spectacular.”
“Bobby, that’s Liam,” I said, practically running to keep up with him.
“Well, how the hell am I supposed to tell them apart?” he said, stopping and pointing out to the field. “They’re all wearing the same thing.”
“It’s called memorizing their names and jersey numbers,” I said, taking a deep breath. I heard someone hit the ground, looking out to the field. I closed my eyes with a sigh. Liam.
Scott must’ve heard something ‘cause he grabbed my arm while blowing his whistle, pulling me onto the field. We both booked it out to Liam, kneeling beside him.
He looked up at us, eyes glowing their Beta Gold while panting.
“Liam, your eyes,” Scott and I whispered.
“Emma, McCall, what the hell was that?” Coach asked, walking on the field. “That wasn’t a foul. That’s called winning.”
I looked over at Scott, seeing that he was covering the side of Liam’s face, protecting his eyes before looking back up at my uncle, who was staring at something behind us.
Scott turned his head to face whatever it was that Coach was looking at, Liam doing the same. “Emma, stay behind me and don’t look.”
“Why?” I asked, standing when he and Liam did. I looked at what they were seeing, a wolf standing right in front of us. I froze in my spot, really wanting Stiles right about now.
It took a couple of steps towards us, Scott putting his arm in front of me, looking at everyone over his right shoulder. “Everyone back.”
“Are you crazy?” I whispered.
“It’s growling and has blood on it,” Scott whispered back. “I’m just trying to keep everyone safe. Including you. Especially you.”
I watched Scott’s head double take between Nolan and the wolf, head stopping in his direction.
“Nolan,” Scott said, looking back at Liam before looking back at the wolf.
He was giving me whiplash.
Liam stepped forward, standing in front of me as Scott took a couple steps towards Nolan, pushing him back, saying, “Nolan, hey, step back man. Are you okay? What are you doing?”
“Scott,” I whispered. I jumped as the wolf started growling again. When my eyes went Green, I knew Scott shined his Alpha Reds at the wolf. Something that Stiles and I discovered over the summer was that because I was part Were, a part of Scott’s pack and really close with Scott on a platonic level, when Scott roared or turned on his wolf eyes, my eyes responded. I also knew this because the wolf backed down, whimpering.
The wolf turned around, walking towards the woods.
“Scott,” I whispered, stepping up to him. “It’s limping. Look.”
He looked back at me and Liam before landing his eyes back on me. “Three options. You can either stay here and be safe, tell Coach you’re not feeling good enough to go home, or come with us.”
I sighed before I sniffled, turning around. “Coach, I’m going home. I’m not feeling well.” I turned my head over my shoulder, nodding my head towards the woods, both werewolves walking off. “Text me what you find,” I whispered before turning my head back to Coach, walking up to him. “I think it’s allergies, but I’m gonna go home just to be sure.”
~~~
Lying to my uncle isn’t something that I’m most proud of. I’ve lied to him a lot and I hated it. I was almost home when I got a text from Scott, saying that he and Liam found dead wolves in the Preserve, spiders crawling out of one of their eyes and mouth. After I started freaking out, I got a call from Lydia, asking me to come to Maila’s house. So, begrudgingly, I turned my Jeep around and drove to Malia’s, letting myself in the house. “Lydia?”
“Bedroom!” she yelled.
I ran to Malia’s room, walking right in. “Holy shit,” I greeted. “I’m so glad I didn’t go into the woods with Scott and Liam.”
“Why?” Malia asked, book in hand.
I launched into my explanation, pacing in front of Malia’s bed after I dropped my bag on the bed. “Okay, so, we’re at practice and Liam went down on the ground, right? So, Scott and I ran out onto the field and noticed that Liam’s eyes were glowing their Golden color. We spotted a wolf standing next to us. So, we had a staring contest before Scott gave me options on what to do. So then, right before Lydia called me, he texted me and told me that they found a bunch of wolves, dead, in the Preserve. He said he’s glad I wasn’t there ‘cause I would’ve either crawled up him or a tree at the thousands, if not millions, of spiders crawling out of one of their eyes.”
“Wolves or werewolves?” Malia asked, nose stuck in her book.
I looked at Lydia, a deadpan look on my face. “Did she not listen to a word I just said?”
Lydia chuckled, putting her suitcase beside her bed. “They said wolves, Malia.”
“Not interested,” Malia said, flipping from her stomach to her back. “You two go.”
A thought occurred to me as I squinted my eyes at her. “Forgot to tell you this, but Liam was also asking for help from the werecoyote, not the Banshees.”
“Why me?” Malia asked.
“Because you’re the formal animal,” I sassed. “Nobody, like nobody, understands mysterious animal situations like you do.”
She finally took her nose out of her book while flipping back to her stomach, looking between us. “I’m done with mysterious animal situations. I want mysterious men. French ones.”
Lydia and I looked at each other before looking at Malia’s computer, the word REROUTED flashing on the screen. “Your flight’s delayed,” we said.
“No, no, it’s rerouted. There’s a difference.”
Lydia and I looked at each other, my brows pulled in in confusion. “Uh, Malia,” I said, looking back at the werecoyote. “Honey, delayed is something that happens when your flight is rerouted.”
“So, you have plenty of time to help,” Lydia added.
“And there’s a storm system shutting down Charles de Gaulle Airport.”
“It’s a minor shower,” Malia said, glancing back at the laptop.
Lydia leaned her hands on the bed, looking at Malia. I crossed my arms, sure that I was giving her the same look Lydia was.
Malia looked at both of us, quickly closing her computer. “Liam’s got everything covered. They’re just dead wolves. Doesn’t sound supernatural to me.”
“Oh, how I wish you weren’t acting as if this isn’t a big deal,” I whined, pulling my phone from my pocket. “Hello?”
“You forgot your duffle bag at the school. I brought it back to my house. Come get it?”
I sighed. “Yeah. I’ll be there in a few.” I hung up the phone, putting it back in my pocket. “Gotta run. Scott has my duffle bag.”
“Stiles okay with you coming back to intern with your mom?” Lydia asked.
I shrugged, lips pouted. “Not really, but he knows it’s what I want to do in life, so he’s not stopping me.”
“Do you trust him?” Malia asked.
I looked at her like she was crazy, grabbing my ring. “If I didn’t, would I still be wearing this?”
“No,” they both said.
“Okay, then,” I sassed, chuckling to relieve the tension. “I really gotta run, though. I’ll see you guys later.” I walked out of the room after shouldering my bag, yelling over my shoulder. “Love you!” to which they both replied.
Malia and I have come a long way since the Deadpool phase of our lives. She does mention Stiles, but it’s more in a friendly manner than a crush. Whatever he said to her while the pack was being pulled apart last year worked. She’s kept her distance and, even though her killer instinct comes out more often than not, we’re on really good terms.
~~~
Arriving at Scott’s house, I walked up the stairs to his room, hearing grunting. “Scott, if you’re having sex, I swear to God,” I yelled, coming into his bedroom door way. “Oh.” What I was looking at made me laugh. Both teen wolves were pushing Scott’s suitcase closed… or at least trying to.
“Whatever happened to those wolves was definitely supernatural,” Liam said.
I giggled. “You sound like Stiles.”
“Well, I wouldn’t say definitely,” Scott said. “It could’ve been a parasitic infection.”
I crossed my arms, an impressed look on my face. “Look at you sounding all sorts of genius like.”
Scott looked up at me, not happy with my choice of words. “I mean, we get dogs that come into the clinic that have botflies coming out of their skin.”
Liam looked up at me, a little bit of fear in his eyes. “Can that happen to people?”
I nodded, chuckling, as they both locked the suitcase and set it on Scott’s bed. “Yes. They crawl under the skin, lay some eggs, and eventually they just--” I pointed at Scott’s suitcase as it opened on his bed. “Well, they do that. Burst.”
They both sat down on the end of the bed. For some reason, I got extremely sad. From all the times that Scott and Stiles sat in those very same spots. I started tearing up some, Scott noticing. “Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked.
I shook my head and crossed my arms, closing my eyes for a moment. “For some reason, seeing you two sitting here makes me miss Stiles a lot more than what I am right now.”
Scott looked between me and Liam, addressing his question at the both of us. “So, you wanna talk about it?” He looked back at me, but I shook my head, looking down at the floor.
“I thought we were talking about it?” Liam said, tilting his head to the suitcase.
Scott glanced back at it, saying, “No, that’s not what I’m talking about.”
Getting the hint, Liam said. “Oh. That.”
“If this is a se--”
“Why does everything have to be about sex?” Scott asked, chuckling.
I stomped my foot like a child. “Cause it was so good and I miss it!”
Scott chuckled as he looked from me back to Liam, who scoffed, “Me.”
Not understanding what they were talking about, I wanted to know, so I said, “Yeah. You.”
“Your fangs, your eyes, the growl,” Scott added.
Like a lightbulb went off in my brain, I quietly gasped. “Oh, what happened on the field.”
“Yeah,” Scott chuckled. “Where’s your brain?”
“In Quantico.”
“Sounds like we’re not gonna talk about this,” Liam said, moving to stand up.
I walked up to him, putting my hand on his shoulder to stop his movements. “Sounds like we are gonna talk about this.”
“You just gotta remember your mantra,” Scott said.
I squatted in front of Liam, looking up at him. I smiled as I remembered when we drove to Mexico to save Scott and Kira. “What three things cannot long be hidden?”
“I haven’t had to use that in--” Liam said.
“Hey,” I interrupted, shaking my head. “What three things cannot long be hidden?”
He looked at me like a teenager looking at their parents; with an attitude. “The sun, the mood, the truth.”
I nodded, a slight smile on my face. “Again.”
He sighed and closed his eyes before taking a deep breath in between the words. “The sun… the moon… the truth.”
I watched as Scott closed his eyes, focusing on his heartbeat before looking at me, smirk on his face. “Better.”
I looked behind them, grimacing. “Scotty, you don’t have another suitcase, do you?”
He looked around for a moment before reaching off the side of his bed, holding up a roll of duct tape. I chuckled as he said, “I got duct tape.”
“Sweet baby Jesus.”
~~~
Waking up the next morning felt… odd. I’d been so used to sleeping next to Stiles, I’d forgotten what it was like to sleep alone. He left three of his pillows, taking the one he always sleeps with. I rolled over and looked at the time on my phone, seeing that it was 6:30AM. I groaned and rolled back over, getting comfortable and going back to sleep.
I didn’t know how much time had passed before I was feeling stinging on my leg followed by a female’s voice.
“Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up.”
I groaned and pulled the blanket up closer to my chin. “Five more minutes, Mom.”
“Not Mom. Lydia. Get up. You’re coming with me today.” I heard her heels clicking against the floor into my room. I was almost back asleep when I heard her come back in. “We seriously need to update your wardrobe.”
“If it’s not broke--”
“Don’t fix it,” she finished. She patted my legs once again. “It’s 7:30. Come on. Awww.”
“What?” I said, rolling to my back and rubbing my eyes.
“You have a video message from Stiles,” she said.
I quickly sat up, grabbing my phone from her hand. I sighed when there was nothing on my screen other than the photo I have for my wallpaper. I looked up at her, an unamused look on my face. “You’re evil, you know that?”
She chuckled. “Yes. Now, get up and get dressed. You’re coming with me to the high school.”
I made a face that said I didn’t want to, but did anyway. After I was dressed, I quickly sent Stiles a text.
From Emma Grace 💜: Good morning, handsome. Hope class is treating you fair today. Be good, raise your hand, and for the love all that is not supernatural in this world, pay attention. I love you, handsome 💜
Once I piled into the car with Lydia, she sparked up a conversation. “You know, you’re gonna need a whole new wardrobe if you’re gonna intern at your Mom’s firm.”
I looked over at her, head resting on the head rest, turning it back forward with my words. “She said my clothes are fine. If I put a blazer on, it’ll make it look more dressed up. I’ll just be getting coffee, organizing the filing cabinets, handing out mail, and whatever else she’ll ask me to do.”
“What if you’re interning for another lawyer?”
I shook my head, not that she could see. “She won’t let that happen. I’ll be with her because of her knowledge of the supernatural. Ya’know, just in case anything happens while you guys are still here, she’ll excuse it.”
Lydia hummed, picking up her iced coffee from the cup holder, taking a sip.
“Did you--”
“Look beside mine.”
I looked in the cup holder beside hers, seeing another iced coffee sitting there.
“With--
“With almond milk,” she said. I could hear the smile in her voice.
“Bless!” I said, picking up the cup and taking a sip. “Bless, bless, bless.”
She chuckled, shaking her head at my nonsense.
~~~
I never made it to the high school. Instead, I got a call from my mom asking if I could come to her office to help her sort through everything and help her organize it. Of course, I said yes. I mean what child wouldn’t want to help their parent who basically gave them a job in place of college?
After thanking Lydia for the ride and the coffee, I walked into my mom’s firm, going straight for her office.
“Ya’know, it’s sad that Dad gets a small desk at the Sheriff’s Station and you get a big ass office to yourself,” I said.
“What’s this?” she asked.
“Hm?”
She held up the open clasp folder, a sheet of paper sticking out of it.
“Oh, that,” I sassed. “A list of every supernatural creature in Beacon Hills. Starting with the high schoolers. You’re welcome.”
“Hm,” Mom said, pushing the paper in the envelope. “No, thanks.”
“Mom,” I tried.
“Mmm-mmm,” she said, shaking her head.
“You know stuff. And you’ve been supportive of having knowledge on it.” Mom started groaning in protest, but I interrupted her. “Aaaaand, that means you have to do stuff.”
“Honey, I have an obligation to serve and protect people, not eliminate all the problems of Beacon Hills. I have to run a firm, and you have to start your internship in a couple days.”
“You know the saying,” I said. “If you see something, say something.”
“Emma,” Mom said, gaining my attention. “Please, stop.”
I sighed and looked down at her desk, which caused her to sigh. “Honey, I care about you, Stiles, and your friends. But, mostly, I care about you. And you’re going to be safe, right here by my side,” she said, rounding her desk and putting her arm around my shoulders. She kissed my temple, squeezing me tightly. “Come on. We’ve got work to do.”
“Mama,” I said.
“It’s not our problem anymore, sweetheart,” Mom singsonged. She let go of my shoulders, walking towards her office door. I rounded her desk, taking the folder she had in her hand when I walked in and put it in her top left desk drawer.
Letting out a long sigh, I checked my phone.
No new notifications.
~~~
Let’s just say the hospital tonight was a freaking madhouse. Liam had texted me and asked if I could take Melissa dinner with him and Mason. And since I was like a daughter to her, I decided why the hell not. I mean, all I wanted was to get into one of Stiles’ t-shirts he left and crawl in his bed, but taking my second Mom dinner sounded pretty nice, too.
“Melissa?” I said.
“Yeah,” she said, looking over at us from the nurses station. She smiled when she saw me. “Hey. Long time, no see.”
I held up a takeout bag, a smirk on my face.
“Oh, my gosh. You three brought me dinner?” she asked. “That’s really nice.”
“No,” Mason said. “It’s not dinner.”
I looked over at Mason, a deadpan expression on my face, Melissa and I both asking, “It’s not dinner?” She looked inside the bag, exhaling, “It’s definitely not dinner.”
“What is it?” I asked, looking into the bag. I covered my mouth, trying not to gag. “Uhm, I think you three have this, right? I’m gonna go home. I owe you dinner, Melissa.”
I turned around and booked it out of the hospital, fully ready to execute my plan.
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I walked into the house, yawning ever present. “Noah? You home?” I asked.
The lights were on, so I assumed he was. But then… they went out, like flickered out. I looked to my right, scared as heck right now. “Noah?” I walked into the living room, seeing a light shining through the windows, odd shapes lining the walls.
As I walked through the living room to get to the kitchen, I started hearing noises. I wasn’t sure if they were in my head or in the house, but I wanted to investigate. I could feel that my eyes were Green ‘cause I was able to see in the dark a little bit, per one of Stiles’ many experiments.
The moment I crossed into the kitchen’s threshold, the phone rang. Yes, Sheriff still had a landline… that scared the shit out of me as it rang. I shook my head, blinking my eyes and sighing. Upon answering, all I heard was a loud squeaky dial tone.
When I turned around, I was standing in the high school. Scrunching my brows, I was so confused as to why I was here. “What?” I whispered. Then it hit me. A freaking premonition. Being part Banshee was just awesome.
I turned back around, facing the double doors. If I could go out of those doors, I should be able to-- oh hell no!
I looked to my left, seeing nothing but damn spiderwebs. Have I mentioned at all that I’m terrified of spiders?
What would Stiles do? Investigate. I took a deep breath, willing my fear down and walked towards the webs. I went to touch one, but jumped back at it shocking me and hearing a gunshot.
I walked forward some more, touching another one, hearing a woman screaming. Touching the one across the way, I heard fire crackling. Another one brought the sound of metal doors clanking. Touching more and more I heard horses neighing, people screaming, rapid gunfire, more people screaming.
Touching the last one, I heard what sounded like a werewolf growl before a deep voice came through, saying, “You let it out. It was supposed to ride with the Hunt forever.”
I let go of the web, making my way back down the hallway, the sounds I was hearing before coming in strong, one on top of the other before I was caught in one.
Coming out of my premonition, I felt hands on me, turning me around to face them. Scott.
I took a deep breath to calm myself down, closing my eyes for a second before saying, “You guys can’t leave.”
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Scott, Lydia and I rode back to Malia’s, Lydia and I discussing our premonitions. They were exactly the same, just different times. When we got to Malia’s, we ran up to her room, seeing her refresh her computer before standing and saying, “Oui, oui!” She shouldered a bag, turning to face the three of us. “No! No, no, no, no, no, no. It’s just rats. Rats and wolves and maybe a little bug problem.”
“Little bug problem?” I asked, left brow raised. “Spiders are not a little problem.”
Scott snorted next to me, causing me to elbow him in the side.
“We need you,” Lydia said.
“And I need Paris,” Malia countered.
“Malia, Paris has been around for 2,000 years,” I said. “It’s not going anywhere.”
She looked between the three of us before walking over to her bedroom window, opening it when Scott’s voice stopped her. “Malia.”
“Liam and Mason called,” Lydia said.
“And I was with them for a minute,” I said.
“Yeah,” Malia said. “They’ve got it covered.”
“We can’t make you stay, and I don’t wanna try,” Scott said.
“But we were hoping that maybe you would want to,” I said.
Standing from her crouch by her window, Malia said, “Well, I don’t.”
Scott and I sighed, saying, “Okay.” Scott moved to the left a little, letting Malia leave. She looked at me and said, “Don’t make me shine them at you.” Yeah, that got me moving. Lydia moved in front of her way, being pushed as Malia came up to her.
Malia walked out of her room, all three of us sighing and turning around before her bag landed on Scott’s chest, him catching it before it could fall on the ground. She walked back in, brows furrowed with her arms crossed. “What are we supposed to do?”
“Find a Hellhound,” Scott said.
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Driving down to the high school, Scott and I sat in the front of the Jeep while Malia and Lydia sat in the back.
I sighed, and whispered, “We opened a door to another world. And something came out with us. Now we need the Hellhound to stop it.”
“So we put it back,” Malia voiced. “We’ve put things back before.”
Scott and I looked at each other, my facial expression reading yeah right.
“Why are you two looking at each other like there’s something you know that I don’t know?”
“And wasn’t I involved in that look?” Lydia added.
“It might not be that simple,” Scott said.
I hung my head for a moment before picking it back up and sighing. “We saved Stiles, we brought everyone back, but that’s not the way it’s supposed to happen. There’s always a price to pay.”
“We learned that from the Nemeton.”
“What kind of price?” Malia asked. “A big price?”
I turned my head over my shoulder, looking at Malia. “Big.”
Scott parked the Jeep in front of the sign at the high school, the four of us getting out pretty quickly. “Okay. We should move pretty quickly.”
“Do we even know what we let out?” Malia asked.
Scott and I looked at each other, him saying, “This Hellhound might be the only one who does.” He turned his head to the left for a moment before tearing off in the direction of the woods, the three of us girls running after him.
We stopped before hearing a closer roar, the four of us tearing off in that direction.
“Scott,” I said, turning my head to look at him. He looked at me, eyes wide. My eyes were glowing for one of two reasons, and I think he figured it out as he looked forward again, coming to a stop.
We all looked down at a body laying on the ground, chest slashed with claw marks, a bullet wound in the middle of his forehead, blood running down between his eyes and down the center of his nose.
“I thought you couldn’t kill a Hellhound,” Lydia said, looking over towards me and Scott.
Watching as Scott bent over to pick something up, I took a deep breath, feeling my phone vibrate in my pocket. I pulled it out to see it was a text from Stiles. I’d read it later, I was busy right now.
When Scott stood back up, I noticed he had a bullet casing in between his fingers. “Em, look at this,” he said, showing me the casing.
A fleur-de-lis.
We looked at each other, my eyes wide with shock, both of us whispering, “Argent.”
“Then it’s true,” Lydia said.
“Then what’s true?” Malia asked.
Lydia looked at me with a look that said that I knew what she was talking about. I guess Malia caught onto the look Lydia was currently serving me. “What else did you two hear?”
“The sound of people who’ve never lifted a hand against another human being,” we said.
“Something was killing them?” Scott asked.
Lydia stepped forward, looking at the dead Hellhound. “They were killing each other.”
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Stiles <3: Hey, beautiful. Sorry it’s taking me pretty much all day to reply to you. I was in class when you texted. Then I had to come back to my dorm and start working on homework, which just so happens to be a case we’re studying. Like an actual case. I miss you like crazy. Wish you were here to help me study. And yes, I did pay attention… although I did interrupt a few times… but that’s beside the point. Anyway, hope you’ve started your internship and it’s treating you fair. I’ll talk to you super soon. I love you, beautiful.
I couldn’t help but smile with tears in my eyes as I sat down on the foot of my bed, Scott, Malia and Lydia following suit.
“What?” Scott asked.
I shook my head and stood up, walking towards my dresser and looking at the picture of Stiles and I from last summer. “Nothing. Just--” I picked up the picture frame, smirking. “Realizing how much I love and miss Stiles.” I placed the frame back down, wiping away the tear that fallen down my cheek. Turning back to face my friends, I looked at them, noticing how they were looking at me expectantly.
“I, uhm, I got a voicemail from Stiles,” Scott said, holding up his phone. “I think we should tell him what we found, what’s been happening.”
I sighed. “In case anyone forgot…” I stopped at their chuckling, pursing my lips. “Uh-huh, yeah, I just said forgot.” I sighed. “We almost lost him last time.”
“If this turns out to be something big, and we don’t call him--” Malia said.
“He’d kill us,” Scott agreed.
“Or maybe we should go back to the woods tonight and find the killer,” Malia suggested.
I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Guys.” I looked back up at the three of them, Scott looking at me already, crossing my arms.
“You guys didn’t hear his voice,” he said. “He sounded really excited to be there.”
“That’s because he is,” I said, leaning forward a little. “Look, we’re all about protecting people. That’s what this pack does. Protect people. So, I suggest that we protect him by not telling him,” I argued. I gestured towards Scott, eager to hear Stiles’ voice. “Just play it. I wanna hear his voice.”
Scott tapped his screen, Stiles’ voice sifting through the air.
“Hey, Scott. So, I’m here. I’m in Quantico, Virginia at the FBI. I’m at the freaking FBI. It’s real. I’m really here. I kind of already told Emma that I miss her and can’t wait to get home, but… listen, Scott, whatever you’re doing right now, just make sure you’re still getting out of Beacon Hills. I mean, maybe you think you can’t leave, ya’know, like, the whole thing falls apart if you're not there. Which I get, but you have to. I know you’re supposed to drive out tonight, so if you don’t call me back, just promise me you’re actually going. Just get in the Jeep and go. Uhm, Em, if you’re with Scott and listening… I love you, babe. And I know you’re probably crying right now, but… just wear one of my shirts and sleep in my bed, if you haven’t already. I’ll talk to you guys soon.”
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THIRD PERSON POV
After watching Emma turn around and head back down the stairs to leave him for California, Stiles turned back around and started walking down the hallway, thinking how Emma would love being here if she wanted to be in the FBI instead of becoming a lawyer like her mom.
He sat down at the second table, taking out his binder Emma got for him and set it down on the table as the FBI Trainer in charge of the class started speaking.
“You’ll find three words on the official FBI Seal; Loyalty, Courage, Integrity. These are three qualities we expect of all our interns, the qualities we demand of you during your 6 months with us. Loyalty, courage, integrity.”
Emma also got him an index card holder, setting that down on the table in front of him as he mouth along to the last three words the Trainer said.
Turning to face the screen behind him, continuing, “You’ll join actual Federal Agents as we investigate everything from white-collar crime to terrorism--”
Clicking a couple pens and setting them down, Stiles interrupted the Trainer, asking, “International and domestic?”
The Trainer turned his head to face Stiles, saying, “Uh, yes, exactly,” before addressing the class as a whole while Stiles set his bag down beside him before grabbing his tumbler full of water. “We’re also part of task forces to catch kidnappers, murderers--”
“Serial killers?” Stiles interrupted… again.
“Yes, even serial killers.”
“Sorry, I’ll raise my hand, ya’know. I’m sorry. Keep going,” Stiles said, taking a big sip of his water.
“One recent manhunt had our Crisis Response Team chasing down a bizarrely feral unsub in the wilderness of North Carolina.”
As he twisted the cap back on the tumbler, Stiles looked up at the front of the room, seeing none other than Derek Hale running across the screen… which resulted in him spitting out all of his water, nearly spraying the girl in front of him. He covered his mouth, embarrassed by this turn of events.
“Is there a problem--” the Trainer asked, looking down at Stiles’ real name on his paper before looking back at said boy, saying, “Uh, young man?”
After swallowing what he didn’t spray out of his mouth, Stiles wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “No. Sorry, uh… just got a little excited. No problem. Little question, though, that guy up there. What’s, uh, he wanted for?”
“Murder,” the Trainer said, after glancing back at the screen.
Raising his hand, like Emma told him to, Stiles asked, ‘Is, uh… sorry. Just what kind of, uh, murder, exactly?”
Done with Stiles and his antics, the Trainer deadpanned, “Mass murder.”
With his pen in hand, Stiles was ready to take notes on this case, muttering to himself, “Emma’s gonna have a field day with this one.”
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A/N 2: hi, friends! i know that some people have severe nut allergies and can’t have any nut milk, like almond. since i did write this series (and really anything else unless it’s requested) for myself, that’s what i put since i drink almond milk. let me know what you thought! again, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox.
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