Too Long (Teen Wolf Rewrite) - Chapter 22
Summary: Teen Wolf with a female main character alongside Scott and Stiles? Here it is. Ramie McCall is Scott’s twin sister and best friends with both her twin and Stiles. The trio’s friendship means the world to all three of them, so what happens when there are more than friend type of feelings present?
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A/N: I expected to finish this season in this one chapter but bareIy even got through the whole episode. A lot goes on in these last few epsiodes and I don’t want to miss stuff. Hope you enjoy! Leave me comments here, on AO3 or wattpad! I love reading them and talking to you all <3
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MASTERLIST
Chapter 22 - The Taxes
Season 3a, Episodes 11
Ramie was very near a panic attack. Nearly ten minutes after Stiles took off into the hospital, she got a call from him saying he needed her inside. Come to find out, Stiles was alone, and the chaos that had been happening over the past few hours had seemed to only get worse. Jennifer, or the Darach, Ramie still wasn’t sure what to call their teacher who had been sacrificing people, had taken Melissa. Stiles, who realized that she was capturing guardians this time around, had tried to tell Scott, but it was too late. And Scott, who was desperate to save Melissa and Noah, agreed to help Deucalion and the other alphas try to capture Jennifer before it was too late.
So there Ramie was, sitting in the empty hospital, staring at the floor, trying to process everything. She and Stiles were staying behind to try and hold off the police while everyone else dealt with… everything else. Ramie’s hand was wrapped around Stiles’, not moving from where he grabbed it when he sat her down to tell her Melissa was kidnapped. Ramie could hear commotion around the two of them, knowing the police were checking things out, but Stiles had done all the talking so far. He told the officers they were stuck in the elevator because of a power surge from the storm, but it seemed like no one really believed them.
“Shit,” Stiles muttered out suddenly, his grip tightening on Ramie’s hand. His voice brought her out of her trance and she looked up, giving him a confused look. He wasn’t looking at her, his eyes were trained on someone down the hall. Ramie looked past him and saw the last person she expected, her Dad.
“What. The fuck,” Ramie breathed out, making eye contact with her Father as he walked toward them.
“Ramona,” he greeted, standing awkwardly above them. She saw his eyes flick to she and Stiles’ intertwined hands that sat on her lap. Stiles must have seen too, because he squeezed her hand slightly.
“Dad,” Ramie said through gritted teeth. She glanced down at the FBI badge slung over his neck, out on display for everyone to see. Special Agent Rafael McCall. Of course, he had to flaunt it.
“It’s good to see you,” Rafael said, giving him awkward smile. “I just wish the circumstances were different.”
Ramie simply nodded, giving a half-assed smile back. She wanted to say there were plenty of opportunities for him to see her in better circumstances, and that he clearly couldn’t care less about seeing her, but she kept her mouth shut.
“A Stilinski at the center of this whole mess, what a shocker,” Rafael continued. “Think you can answer some questions without the usual level of sarcasm?”
Ramie saw Stiles’ from the corner of her eye tilt his head in a way that she knew he was already pissed.
“If you can ask questions without the usual level of stupid,” Stiles deadpanned, not missing a beat. Ramie let out a breath of air from her nose, and knew without looking that her Father was glaring at her. She heard him let out a scoff.
“Where’s your Dad and why has no one been able to contact him?” Rafael questioned, ignoring Stiles’ backtalk.
“I don’t know, I haven’t seen him in hours,” Stiles replied, sitting back on the bench, his knee falling sideways so it was flush with Ramie’s.
“Has he been drinking again?” Rafael questioned.
“Dad!” Ramie sat up straight, ready to get up but Stiles moved his hand from hers and put it on her thigh, holding it in place. She glanced over at him and he gave her a look that she knew meant to let him handle things.
“What do you mean again, he never had to stop?” Stiles replied.
“But he did have to slow down, was he drinking like he used to?” Rafael pressed further. Ramie let out a scoff, and Stiles’ hand tightened on her knee, warning her to keep quiet.
“Alright how about this?” Stiles raised his hands sarcastically. “Next time I see him I’ll give him a field sobriety test, okay? We’ll do the alphabet starting with F and ending with U.”
Ramie had to bite down on her lip hard to not let out a noise. She glanced at her Father’s face, who gave an unimpressed fake grin before continuing.
“How about one of you tells me what the hell happened here.”
“We don’t know, we stuck in the elevators the whole time,” Ramie spoke up, motioning towards the elevator at the end of the hall. She was actively trying to ignore how Stiles’ hand on her thigh made her feel like she was on fire.
“So neither of you put the name on the doors?” Rafael asked.
“Name? What name?”
As if on cue, Ramie heard the ding of elevator. Even from the end of the hall she could read, in bright red spray paint, ARGENT.
…
Chris Argent had a plan, despite the fact that he was likely the Darach’s next target and the chance that someone else was also out to get him. He had a map of all the possible places the Darach could be keeping Melissa and Noah. He seemed to have a plan on how to take her down. However, this plan seemed to completely crumble the next day at school when Stiles’ phone buzzed as he and Ramie walked through the hallways. She felt Stiles’ presence leave her side and stopped, turning towards where he was frozen in the middle of the hallway.
“What?”
“It’s Isaac,” Stiles said, not looking away from his phone.
“Isaac texted you? I thought you guys hated each other,” Ramie snorted. Stiles didn’t smile at all, and Ramie felt her face drop. “What’s wrong?”
“Jennifer,” Stiles started, stumbling over his words. “She took him. She has Allison’s father. She’s got all three now.”
Ramie’s heart fell to her stomach. She immediately noticed Stiles’ hands beginning to shake.
“There’s still time,” Ramie tried to reassure him, although she felt like she was going to throw up herself. Stiles’ breathing became shallow and uneven, and Ramie knew exactly what was happening. After his Mom died, he used to get panic attacks pretty often, so it wasn’t the first time Ramie had seen him have one. Usually though, they were at home, where she could easily get him in a quiet spot to calm down. Being in the school hallway was much different. “Stiles, are you…?”
“I’m having a panic attack,” Stiles answered immediately, through shaky breaths. Ramie grabbed his hand, looking around the hallway. Her eyes caught the locker rooms at the end of the hall, doors closed and lights off. She tugged Stiles through the hallway, sending death glares at anyone who gave them questioning looks. The second they made it into the locker room Stiles nearly fell to the ground, holding his chest and practically hyperventilating.
“Sti, it’s alright, I promise,” Ramie sunk to her knees next to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “We’re gonna figure this out. They’re gonna be okay. We always figure it out.”
“What if we don’t,” Stiles nearly choked out. Tears were flowing down Ramie’s face, and she didn’t even realize when she started crying. She felt as panicked as Stiles did, her Mom was in danger too, but she knew if both of them panicked nothing good would happen.
“We’re gonna save them,” Ramie said. “Now listen, okay? Listen to my voice. Tell me three things you can see, hear, and smell.”
This was nearly a last resort when Stiles was panicking, she could usually talk him down, but it seemed like no matter what she said, Stiles wasn’t getting any more calm.
“I can’t, I don’t know,” Stiles choked out, coughing on nothing. Ramie was frantic at this point, nothing was working.
“We’re gonna save them, we will.”
Stiles didn’t respond at all, Ramie wasn’t even sure if he heard. He was still hyperventilating badly, and his eyes looked glossed over. Ramie wracked her brain, trying to think of other methods to calm down. She hadn’t seen him have a panic attack this bad in years.
“Stiles, can you try to hold your breath for me?” Ramie asked, remembering the method she had learned years ago. Stiles didn’t even acknowledge her, he was clearly too far into the panic attack. Ramie made a snap decision, willing to do whatever it took to help Stiles.
She moved forward, grabbing Stiles’ shoulder with one hand and the back of his neck with the other, and pulled his face close to hers, making their eyes meet.
“Is this okay?” She asked, looking directly in his eyes. His breathing paused for a moment, but she could feel him still shaking. He nodded quickly and Ramie didn’t hesitate, moving forward to catch his lips with hers. She kissed him hard, in hopes to bring his mind away from his thoughts. She heard him make a shocked noise, but after a second he kissed back, bringing a hand up to cup around one of the hers that were on either side of his face.
And, oh.
Oh.
She could’ve sat there, kissing him all afternoon. There wasn’t a thought in her head except for his name. Stiles, Stiles, Stiles. Not the dirty locker room floor, not the tears on her hands from his cheeks, nothing. Just him.
Then suddenly, it hit her. The reality of the situation. She kissed him because he was having a panic attack. He was having a panic attack because both of their parents were currently kidnapped and possibly dead. Or soon to be. And with that, Ramie pulled away, with a near gasp of breath. Her hands dropped to her lap at she knelt backwards, slowly moving away from him. His eyes fluttered open and the look on his face was almost unreadable. Shock? Sadness?
“Why did you do that?” Stiles breathed out, sounding shocked.
“I um… I wanted you to hold your breath,” Ramie looked down at her hands, not trusting herself to look him in the eyes. “I remembered it was a method we used to use. So when I kissed you, you held your breath.”
“I did?”
Ramie nodded, finally meeting his eyes. The look he was giving her was indescribable. His eyes were glassy and he looked something like completely shocked.
“That was really smart,” he finally breathed out, sitting back against the lockers. “Thank you.”
Ramie opened her mouth to reply, when suddenly the locker room door slammed open. She nearly flew away from Stiles, almost hitting a bench behind her. Lydia and Allison stood in the doorway, looking frazzled.
“Thank god you’re in here,” Allison breathed out walking towards them. Ramie caught Lydia’s eye, and her best friend gave her a questioning look, probably due to Ramie’s flailing motions as she tried to back away from Stiles. She sent Lydia a quick glare before the others could notice their uncanny ability to have a conversation with just looks.
“I think we might have found something,” Allison continued, pulling a notebook out of Lydia’s hands and opening it up.
“Oh sure, just take it,” Lydia mumbled as Allison held out the book to Stiles, who was standing up from the ground. Ramie followed suit, looking down in the book. All four of them were staring down at the open page of Lydia’s notebook, on which had physics notes on one half, and a tree doodled on the other. Lydia was always doodling trees during class.
“What am I looking at here?” Ramie asked after a minute.
“It’s a tree,” Stiles said from next to her, as if she were stupid. Ramie blinked slowly, looking up to Stiles.
“I’m aware its a tree, I have eyes Stiles.”
“Well clearly it means something if they’re showing it to us.”
“What, that Lydia is so smart she can doodle trees during class and still get better grades than all of us?”
“Ramona I swear if you would just let them-“
“God will you two stop bickering like a married couple so we can talk?” Lydia interrupted, holding up her hands in defeat and rolling her eyes.
“I should divorce you,” Ramie said under her breath towards Stiles.
“But the taxes!” Stiles grabbed her arm, pretending to plead. Ramie scoffed and shrugged.
“The taxes,” she sighed. Allison raised her eyebrows at both of them, and they both mumbled apologies.
“Continue,” Ramie nodded.
“I mean, we don’t have much,” Allison said, as she took the notebook back from Stiles, flipped through. Every few pages in between notes there was the same drawing of the tree.
“But we figured they might be important, because Lydia always knows things we don’t,” Allison continued.
“All these trees are identical,” Stiles said, pulling the notebook out of Allison’s hands again and flipping through.
“I like trees,” Lydia shrugged, as if it was the simplest concept in the world. She clearly not interested in whatever conspiracy Allison was getting at.
“It has to have something to do with the Darach,” Allison insisted, as if Lydia didn’t say anything.“Lydia, you’re never wrong about these things.”
“That’s totally not-“
“I know where they are,” Stiles said suddenly, cutting Lydia off.
“What?” Ramie narrowed her eyes at him.
“The Nematon,” Stiles whispered, flippling Lydia’s book upside down. The “tree” suddenly looked different, rather than branches, but roots. “That’s where she’s keeping them. It has to be.”
“The who?” Ramie asked.
Stiles slammed the book shut, taking off towards the doors of the locker room without another word. Allison immediately followed and Lydia gave Ramie an exasperated look.
“Does your husband always take off on you like this?” Lydia asked, giving Ramie a smirk. Ramie sent a death glare her way and huffed, following after Allison and Stiles.
“We need to talk to Derek and Peter, they’ve been there before,” Stiles was saying to Allison. “They’ll know where to find it.”
Ramie and Lydia trailed behind, and Lydia looked like she was about to say something to Ramie when she heard a familiar voice.
“Stilinski!” The voice echoed through the hall. Stiles stopped in his track and Ramie nearly ran into his back.
“Fuck,” she heard him mumble as her father came walking towards them.
“Go find Derek,” she whispered to Lydia, shoving her away. Lydia grabbed Allison’s arm, tugging her away as Ramie came around from behind Stiles, making her Dad’s mouth drop open slightly as she came into view. He closed it quickly, clearly trying to play it off like it didn’t happen.
“Ramona,” he said as he stopped in front of them. “I didn’t see you.”
Ramie gave him a tight-lipped smile but said nothing. He looked like he might say something more, but hesitated and turned back to Stiles.
“Did you know your Dad’s car has been in the school parking lot since last night?”
“No,” Stiles shook his head. “What does that mean?”
“He’s officially missing,” Rafael replied, glancing slightly at Ramie, as if to gauge her reaction.
“Maybe we should take this somewhere private,” Ramie cut in, as she could see Stiles tense slightly next to her. Before Rafeal could answer she cut across the front of Stiles, grabbing his hand on the way by and dragged him into an empty classroom next to them, assuming her father would follow them. Ramie dropped Stiles’ hand and sat down at one of the desks and Stiles followed suit, sliding on top of the one next to hers. Rafael closed the door and Stiles gave Ramie a quick glance as he walked over to the two of them. He leaned against the teacher’s desk, folding his arms in front of him.
“Why am I getting the feeling you two know something that could find your dad?” Rafael directed towards Stiles, breaking the silence.
“If I did, why would I not tell you?” Stiles looked up from the floor, furrowing his eyebrows.
“If it meant helping your Dad why wouldn’t you?” Rafael answered, narrowing his eyes back.
Stiles titled his head in question, before giving Ramie a glance, before looking back to her father.
“So you’re asking me to tell you what I wouldn’t not tell you?” Stiles fired back, raising his eyebrows. Ramie let out a breath out from her nose and pretended to be very interested on a string at the bottom of her t-shirt, turning sideways in the desk and propping her feet up on the side of the desk Stiles was sitting on.
“First I have no idea what you just said, and second, why don’t you just help me help you,” Rafael replied, sounding slightly annoyed.
Stiles pouted his lips slightly, as if he was thinking.
“Well I don’t know how to help you help me tell you something that would help you, if I don’t know it,” Stiles rambled, clearly just trying to be an ass. Ramie bit down her lip, holding back a snort.
“Are you doing this on purpose?” Rafael accused. Stiles scoffed.
“I don’t know anything,” he replied, ignoring the question. “Can we just go?”
“Where are your other friends?” Rafael ignored him this time, looking between Ramie and Stiles.
“Not my day to watch the kids,” Ramie lifted her hands up and shrugged, watching Stiles try to hold back a grin.
“You mean Scott?” Stiles added as Rafael sighed at his daughter’s sarcasm.
“Scott, Isaac Lahey,” Rafael began listing, pulling out a notebook from his jacket pocket. “Allison Argent, these twins, Ethan and Aiden? I’ve been told your whole little clique didn’t show up at school today.”
“Well if you knew anything about me you’d know my friends without a list from a notebook,” Ramie twisted the elastic around her wrist as she talked, not looking at her father. “And you would know Allison and Lydia were with us about 3 minutes ago in the hallway.”
She jabbed a thumb at the door as she made eye contact with Rafael. She knew her glare was icy but she couldn’t bring herself to care.
“Last time I checked our friends have nothing to do with my Dad missing,” Stiles said, not allowing Ramie to go any further.
“Guys c’mon,” Rafael sighed. “There’s been a disturbing amount of violent activity around this area the past few years. Murders, injuries, missing people. In just these last few months there were several murders tied directly to this school. I don’t know what’s going on here, but it’s serious.”
“You don’t think we know that?” Ramie interrupted, the annoyance evident in her voice. Stiles arm shot down and wrapped around her ankle in warning.
“You’r Dad is missing,” Rafael continued, ignoring Ramie. Stiles looked up, making eye contact with Rafael. Ramie watched him hold it for a second, then look away, down to his lap.
“Fine,” Rafael said, standing up straight after a minute, when it was clear neither Ramie nor Stiles were going to say anything more. “I don’t want you going home alone.”
“He won’t,” Ramie said, before Stiles could even open his mouth. She watched as her Father eyes flicked between the two of them, focusing for a minute on Stiles hand still on Ramie’s leg.
“Be safe,” he said, looking directly at Ramie. Ramie gave him a curt nod and he turned, leaving the room.
“I fucking hate him,” Ramie breathed out at he left, dropping her feet from where they were propped up, moving her elbows to her knees and placing her head in her hands, rubbing her temples. Stiles started to talk, but he was cut off from a voice in the doorway, thankfully not Rafael’s.
“We need to talk.”
Ramie looked up to find Deaton, his face grim. Stiles gave Ramie a quick glance, but followed after him regardless, Ramie right beside.