Believe It or Not. Part 27/?
Based off episode 3x03 “Fireflies”
“Stiles,” yn rolled her eyes when her boyfriend didn’t even so much as glance in her direction, “Stiles!” He turned to look at her.
“It’s Lydia, said it’s urgent- we need to go. Like, right now.” y/n stressed the issue walking backwards towards the door in order to rush him.
With a hop in his step, Stiles followed behind her easily.
“Don’t worry about Scott and Derek, they’ll be alive for at least 20 more minutes before they track down Boyd and the other one.” Peter smirked as they began to leave.
“Yeah, well, thank you so much for your input- it’s appreciated, really.” y/n sassed, “I’ll file it away for future consideration.” She finished, slamming the door to Derek’s loft as they hurried down the hallway.
“You okay?” Stiles asked, trying to keep up with her as she walked much faster- rage fueling her.
“I just can’t wait for this night to be over.”
“Lydia?” y/n called as she got out of the jeep before it even came to a complete stop, running through the gates to get to her friend, “Lydia? Are you okay?” y/n’s voice softened as she got closer to Lydia’s shaking figure.
“I’m okay,” Lydia nodded, still not moving an inch, “that right there, not okay.”
Following Lydia’s pointed finger, both y/n and Stiles’ eyes landed on what had caused Lydia to go numb, a dead body. All of his blood spread over the pool deck.
“Yeah, alright, I’m gonna call my dad.” Stiles sighed as y/n reached forward to grab Lydia’s hand in hers. The strawberry blonde glanced down to y/n squeezing her hand softly, then moved her eyes up to the girl’s face- offering a small smile as gratitude.
“I already called 911.” Lydia directed her comment at Stiles to stop him from calling his dad.
The annoyed boy dropped his hands to his side in defeat, “You called the police before you called me?” He interrogated.
y/n dropped Lydia’s hand so they could both turn and look at him. Lydia’s face held confusion while y/n’s mirrored Stiles’ as annoyance. Although she was annoyed at him, while he was annoyed at Lydia.
“I’m supposed to call you first when I found a dead body?”
“YES!” Stiles yelled dramatically, while y/n shook her head at the same time. Contradicting her boyfriend and assuring Lydia that she could ignore him as she turned to glare at him, warning him to take a chill pill.
“I’ll call Scott, let him know Boyd and the other girl have crossed over into this side of town.” y/n decided, the other two nodded in agreement.
“You know you guys didn’t have to follow me home.” Lydia pointed out as she opened the door to her bedroom and walked inside to sit down on her bed.
“Well,” y/n sighed, “we just wanted to make sure you got in okay.” She decided, satisfied with her justification. She stood slightly behind Stiles in the doorway.
“I had a police escort…” Lydia retorted.
Stiles just scoffed, “I know the inner workings of that force, alright? They’re not nearly as reliable as people think.”
Rolling her eyes, Lydia looked up at Stiles with amusement, “Well, you didn’t have to follow me into my room.”
“Well, I- uh,” Stiles looked back at y/n for help but proved herself useless as she just shrugged, “yeah uh, we don’t have an answer for that.”
“We’ll leave.” y/n finished as she went to grab Stiles’ arm and drag him out with her.
“Are you two really gonna leave without asking me the question that you’ve been dying to ask me?” Lydia’s stressed voice made them stop and turn back around. The couple shared a concerned glance, realizing there was no way Lydia was letting them leave until the were honest. y/n was the first to initiate.
y/n opened her mouth but Lydia cut her off before she could get a word out, “The answer is, I have no idea how I ended up finding that body. I didn’t even know where I was until I got out of the car.” She looked down disappointedly, the tension in the room strengthening.
“Yeah but the last time this happened…” y/n began as she walked inside the room towards Lydia.
“I know,” Lydia cut her friend off again as she lifted her head to make eye contact with y/n, “your uncle.” she stated towards the girl standing in front of her.
“Peter,” y/n whispered through a frustrated sigh, still accepting that she could even be remotely related to someone so ruthless and cruel.
“y/n.” Stiles said lightly to catch y/n’s attention, she turned around to listen.
“Your mom just asked us to meet her, at the hospital.”
She nodded, understanding that they had to leave.
“We’ll figure this out, Lydia.” She assured her friend before heading out the door with Stiles to their next destination of the night… which seemed like it was never going to end. Along with worrying about Scott and Derek, and now Lydia, she couldn’t begin to imagine what else her mom needed to add to this ongoing stress.
“Hey!” Stiles said as they approached Melissa at the front desk to the hospital, she smiled at her daughter and Stiles as she replied with a quick “Hi.”
“Over here,” she motioned for them both to follow her through the halls, “and if you tell anyone that I showed you this, I swear to god, I will kill you both.”
y/n jokingly put her hands up as if to surrender while Stiles actually looked a little scared from the threat.
“Why do you want to show me a body that we’ve already seen?” Stiles asked her as Melissa pulled the tarp that was laying over the body away. y/n shivered, either from the cold or from the corpse in front of her she didn’t know- she just wrapped her arms around herself to possibly bring her some warmth.
“Because you haven’t seen everything. See this around his neck?” Melissa instructed as she pointed towards the wounds, “That’s a ligature mark, that means he was strangled with something like a chord, rope…” Melissa trailed off as y/n furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, shifting her stance to get a better look.
“What kind of werewolf strangles someone?” y/n asked sarcastically.
“My thoughts exactly. Now look at this.” Melissa directed their gaze to the side of the kid’s head, to reveal a drill-sized hole on the right side behind the ear.
“God, man, what is that?” Stiles curled up in disgust, “Is that brain matter? Yeah it’s brain matter, of course.” He gulped to suppress the even grosser imagines infiltrating his head at the moment. y/n held back a smirk, knowing it wasn’t necessarily appropriate to laugh at his reaction in front of a dead body. She opted out for rubbing the side of his arm as he looked away.
“See the indentation? He was hit in the back of the head, hard enough to kill him. In fact, any of these things could have killed him. I mean, someone seriously wanted this poor kid dead.
“So then, this couldn’t have been Boyd or the other werewolf, you know? The wouldn’t have done all that. So maybe this is just one murder. Right? Maybe this is just a coincidence.” Stiles pointed out, offering up the scenario running through his head.
Melissa just shook her head and sighed, “I don’t think it was just one.”
“Because that girl over there, she’s got the exact same injuries.” They all turned to face the other corpse on an identical cold metal table.
Melissa walked over to unveil the body to y/n and Stiles, and began to explain this girl’s particular situation. “The M.E. said this one wasn’t just strangled. Who ever did this used a garrote, which is a stick that you put through the rope, and you just kinda keep twisting and…”
Halfway through Melissa’s explanation, Stiles had reached down and very softly grabbed y/n’s hand to comfort himself. Feeling the new contact, y/n looked up to him to see his eyes were glistening with unshed tears. Then she realized- this must have been Heather.
“Mom.” y/n haphazardly whispered to stop her mother.
“Oh my god did you know her?” Melissa quickly began to cover the body back up, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t even think.”
“I was-” Stiles paused to take a deep breath and catch a falling tear, “I was at her party, It was her birthday.” he explained staring a the ground, “Her name is Heather.” By the time he finished he was squeezing y/n’s hand excruciatingly tight, but she didn’t mind. Using her other hand to overlap their hands that were already intertwined and squeezing back, communicated that she had him. He got her message clearly.
“Okay Stiles we need to call your dad, you’re a witness.”
“Has anyone else been here tonight?” He asked ignoring Melissa’s original statement, “Any- any other bodies or anybody missing?”
“Two girls, they brought the first one in, Caitlin. For a tox screen, and then I overheard that her girlfriend, Emily, just disappeared. I mean they were out in the woods and-”
“Nobody’s found her yet?” Stiles interrupted.
“I don’t know.” Melissa shook her head.
“Stiles, what are you getting at?” y/n asked waiting for an explanation, wanting to know what’s going on in that extremely intelligent head of his.
“First one, Caitlin, is she here right now?” He ignored y/n and kept talking to Melissa, knowing y/n was just as smart and would get there eventually as they kept investigating.
“Okay, wait, wait just a minute-”
“I need to talk to her.” Stiles completed with such an intense sense of urgency Melissa had no choice but to take the two to the room in which Caitlin was staying.
“Because I think I know what’s happening.
“We weren’t doing anything bad, I mean, I’ve camped out there plenty of times.” Caitlin explained to Stiles, Melissa and y/n.
“Right, but why tonight?” Stiles questioned the clearly traumatized girl, she wouldn’t even look at any of them as she talked about her missing girlfriend.
“We wanted to be alone for one night. Emily lives with her mom, and I have three roomates. Not exactly romantic settings, you know?”
“How long have you two been together.” Stiles asked as he crossed his arms, clearly trying to get specific information out of her.
“Three months.” She answered.
“And you wanted to make it romantic.”
“Yeah because, you know, it was…” Caitlin trailed off as her voice started to crack.
Stiles picked up where she left off, “Because it was her first time.”
Y/n looked up to examine her boyfriend after hearing what he had said, eyes widening as she finally understand why he need to talk to Caitlin- and why he had asked the questions he had been asking.
Like he had felt her gaze, Stiles turned to look at her too. Reluctantly smiling to confirm what she had been thinking, he grabbed her hand again- missing the comfort it had brought him as he went back to thinking about Heather.
Tears were now streaming down Caitlin’s face, “they’re gonna find her, aren’t they?”
y/n washed her hands in the bathroom before heading back into Stiles room. She found him sitting on his bed, staring at his hands as his right bounced uncontrollably. She stood against the door frame, watching him for a second, empathizing with him as he lost yet another person in his life.
“The other girl in the woods,” he spoke into the silence, “Emily. Eventually they’re gonna find her. She’s one of them. Emily, Heather, the guy Lydia found at the pool. All three were virgins, and they’re all going to have the same three injuries. Strangled, throat slashed, head bashed in… its called a threefold death.”
While he was talking y/n had moved to sit down next to him on the edge of the bed, placing her hand on his knee as he finished, “So if they aren’t random killings, what are they?” She whispered to him.
“Sacrifices. Human sacrifices.” He lifted his eyes to look her, noticing the bobbing of her throat as she gulped obviously. Both of them soaking in the intensity of the situation, along with the threat of an alpha pack still hiding out somewhere in Beacon Hills.
Before she could say anything her phone rang, she picked up the screen to look at the caller ID, Stiles felt her whole body tense on the bed.
“Who is it?” He asked her.
“It’s uh- It’s Derek.” She huffed, “I’m gonna step outside and take this.”
Once she had her back against the wall on the outside of Stiles’ room, she stared at the screen a little longer before answering. Dumbfounded by the fact that she actually felt some sort of- relief- that he was calling her. It meant he was safe.
“Uh, hey.” His voice hitched in his throat, obvious that he wasn’t expecting her to answer his call at all. Yet he was met with more silence, prompted he continue.
“So, the other werewolf tonight. She’s my… she’s our sister, Cora. I thought she had died in the fire but uh, she’s alive. I just thought you should know. I don’t want to keep any more secrets from you. And I wanted it to be me who told you.”
“Thank you,” she replied, knowing she really couldn’t be mad- she did appreciate that he called her and told her. She felt calm, for someone who had just found yet another long lost sibling of hers.
“Hey Derek,” she paused making sure he was still there, “I’m glad you’re alive.” She decided to say finally.
He knew she couldn’t see him, but he smiled anyway, “Are you okay?” He asked her in return.
y/n just laughed slightly, “I’m getting there.”
She pulled her phone away from her ear and ended the call, staying pressed up against the wall until she gathered enough courage to go back inside and tell Stiles the news. She looked down at her phone screen again, seeing that she had 8 missed calls from Deaton.
She forgot to tell him that she couldn’t meet him tonight. Sighing, she walked back inside to see Stiles had shifted from the edge of the bed, to his back propped up against the headboard. Seemingly waiting for her to come back, she walked immediately to sit opposite of him in the same position on the other side.
He just stared at her, waiting for her to talk. Knowing asking her was pushing too much.
“So, Cora, the other werewolf. Yeah she’s my sister.” She said straight-faced without even glancing in Stiles’ direction. He nodded his head and turned away from her in surprise.
“Wow.” he whispered. “You okay?”
She looked at him and smiled, loving his caring nature and grabbed his hand- staring into his beautiful golden eyes she replied- “Surprisingly, I’m fine. I really don’t think anything can surprise me anymore. After finding out I was adopted from a family of werewolves that couldn’t keep me because my dad was a powerful druid making me one also… I think I can handle a sister coming back from the dead.” They both laughed, letting all the weight on their shoulders fall off for the first time of that very long day.
Once the laughter died down, they just stayed smiling at each other for a few minutes, before y/n decided to lean in- not wanting to waste the first calm moment they’ve had together the whole week. He caught her lips in a subtle kiss as he leaned in to meet her halfway, instant relief at the comfort of her. The stress of that night seemed to fade away just in the very presence of her.
He let out an involuntary sigh as y/n pulled away, she giggled when she heard the noise he made and saw that his eyes were still closed- he was pouting.
“I should go.” She decided reluctantly, still holding his hand. But as she began to pull away he only gripped onto her tighter.
“Stay.” He whispered, so quiet that she barely heard it. But as she saw the very serious look in his eyes, she knew she wasn’t just hearing things.
“Please. I don’t want to be alone tonight.” He stared at her desperately, afraid she would say no.
y/n returned to her spot on the bed, this time positioned on her knees so she could be right up close to him. Placing the palms of her hands on each side of his face, she pressed a chaste kiss to his forehead. “I’ll stay.” she whispered against his skin, feeling him instantly relax under her touch. She moved back so she could look down at his voice, and his eyes looked darker than before- maybe it was admiration for her, maybe it was more. Maybe he really needed her in more ways than one tonight.
Without saying a word and without letting his gaze fall from her eyes, he moved his hand under her knees and shifted her until she was straddling his lap. Once she was settled, he moved his hands to her waste, and gently moved his hands under the material of her shirt, letting his fingers brush against her warm and inviting skin. He couldn’t help but smirk when she shivered under his touch.
Her hands had now moved to the sides of his neck to keep herself steady sitting on top of him. She gulped slightly, all of this being completely new territory for her. She watched nervously and excitedly as Stiles sat up, pulling her closer to him until he had full access to her neck. He moved her hair over to one side, so that there was no barrier as he began to press soft and sweet kisses from the bottom of her jaw following all the way down to her collar bone- where he began to deepen the kisses causing her to let out a quiet moan.
y/n let her hands move through his hair, gripping tightly so she could pull him back up to reconnect with her lips in a hungry and passionate kiss. She easily granted his tongue permission as he begged for entrance. Their bodies could not be closer together as their lips moved in sync, moving her legs to be wrap completely around him.
She stopped him for second, placing her hand on his chest as her cue. He watched her in confusion, noticing the deep intensity sparkling in her eyes. Not breaking eye contact with Stiles once as she gripped the edge of her shirt, pulling the material completely over her head.
Stiles eyes now wider and hungrier than before, he placed his hands on her bare back before asking, “Are you sure?”
y/n nodded feverishly, “I want it to be you.” She said with the most sincerity she could muster.
He smiled at her, taking all of her in, every inch. He cupped the side of her face and slowly brought her down to him until their foreheads were touching the same way they were minutes prior. “Have I ever told you that I love you.” He said as his thumb rubbed over the skin on her cheek.
He watched as her smile widened, and took that as his cue to roll her over until she was on her back. He pressed his lips back to hers so they could continue where they left off, and the rest of the night was theirs.
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