This Kid - Brett Talbot Imagine
Request: Hi! So I don’t know if you’ll take it, but would you be willing to write a Brett Talbot imagine? Something where maybe his girlfriend is from Beacon Hills, and she gets hurt during one of the attacks by some monster. He has a freak out, but she ends up being fine. And maybe she’s a little older than him too, so sometimes, she teasingly calls him kid? Like when he’s about to hit Stiles or something?
Also a note to my followers, you should all go check out Arin’s Teen Wolf blog pupsofthepack because her writing is amazing and so is she!!
“You really shouldn’t be here Arin.” Scott gave you a questioning look, holding a branch out of the way for you pass through then letting it go to snap back into place.
“Dude!” From behind the two of you Stiles began to spit out leaves and rub his face, “Such a gentleman aren’t you.”
You laughed as you heard Scott apologize, “Stiles is here, what’s so different?”
Scott looked to Stiles for a second, “Well I mean…he’s had experience with this stuff and he kinda knows what to expect.”
You sidestepped a branch, “If I don’t come with you guys I’ll never get experience. Just have a little faith in me okay? I may be of some use yet!”
The boys shared another look before Scott stepped up next to you, “Fine just stay near me and listen to me when I tell you to do something.”
“You sound like –“ You stopped short and glared between the two boys, “Brett told you not to let me come with you didn’t he.”
Stiles scratched the back of his neck and looked anywhere but you, “He – he may have spoken to us about it.” You narrowed your eyes at him and pursed your lips causing him to let out a burst of air, “Yeah he threatened us not to let you come with us and if you got hurt because of something from our world then he would…oh what did he say to us Scottie?”
“He would – and I quote – ‘rip our intestines from our bodies and shove them down each other’s throats for us to choke on’. Did I get it all?” Scott looked to Stiles, head tilted and mouth twitching with amusement.
“You got it buddy.” Stiles clapped Scott’s shoulder and grinned over at you.
You, in turn, groaned and pinched the bridge of your nose, “I swear this kid.”
Scott laughed and hooked his arm around your shoulder, “You’re only a year older than him Arin.”
“Correction, only like 10 months older.” Stiles poked his head between you two, “Sorry he wanted me to remind you of that.”
“Of course he did. He doesn’t actually hate that I call him that he ju – “
Suddenly you were cut off by something jumping out at you, paws landing on Scott’s shoulders and shoved him away making his arm the was wrapped around you bring you with him and causing your head to bash into Stiles’ that was still in between yours and Scott’s. Together the three of you landed on the moist ground in a heap, limbs tangled and all of you groaning.
“The hell is that thing!” Stiles was fumbling around trying to free you guys from each other in order to get back on his feet.
“I don’t know I didn’t get a good look.” You massaged the sore spot on your head where it collided with Stiles’ and getting to your own feet to look around, “Scott?”
“No idea.” He stood up too, moving to put himself in front of you and from the corner of your eye you saw Stiles get his bat ready.
“Do you hear it? Or anything really?”
“I see it.”
You followed where he was looking and then you saw it, a large beast with the body and head of a lion, a serpent for the tail and a goat’s head in its midsection. You gulped, “Oh my god, we are so screwed!”
“Wanna elaborate Arin?” Stiles had come up to your left side to get a better view of the monster before you guys.
“That right there my friends, is chimaera.”
“And what do that mean?”
“It means your bat is useless.” Stiles glared at you and you raised your eyebrows, then gripped onto the back of Scott’s shirt, “And it means we should go like now.”
Simultaneously, the three of you took a step backwards but that’s all you were able to take because the chimaera pounced, this time going for you. Stiles pushed you out of the way while Scott jumped in front, lashing out and clawing at its shoulder.
It landed off to the side, Scott’s claws and teeth bared as he stood over you and Stiles, still on the floor, “Run.”
Stiles scrambled to his feet and pulled you with him but you shrugged out of his hold, “It doesn’t matter if we run Scott!” Scott growled at you red eyes glowing, “Aside from the fact that it’s faster than us it brea– SHIT!” This time it was you, who lunged forward, tackling Scott to the ground you felt the heat of the fire it breathed at you on your back. Stiles rushed over and helped you two up and you kept your eyes on the pacing chimaera while you brushed yourself off, “It breathes fire so even if we did run, its got a long range weapon.”
“Wonderful, how do we kill it?”
“Not with a bat, dumbass.”
Again Stiles glared at you and opened his mouth no doubt a snarky comeback on the tip of his tongue but he didn’t get a chance to say it, something behind you caused his eyes to go wide, “DUCK!” You fell to the ground so fast your chin hit the floor and forced your head to bounce back up, you heard a crack but you didn’t know if it came from you or from Stiles. You heard a whoop from above, “Bat isn’t so useless now is it?”
Rolling your eyes you took is hand as he helped you up, rubbing your chin in the process. Looking to the left you saw the chimaera slowly getting back up on all fours all three of its heads giving you three an icy stare, “If looks could kill we would all be dead three times over.”
“Arin, we really need a way to kill this thing.”
You stared at Scott with wide eyes, “Why are you looking at me?!”
“Because you knew what it was.”
“Yeah, because I read!”
“Well did you happen to read how to kill it.”
Kira, followed by Liam, Malia and Lydia burst through the tree line cutting you off. Liam was wolfed out and Malia was coyoted out and Kira’s sword was unsheathed glinting in the moon light and suddenly it hit you. Reaching forward you slapped Scott’s arm several times in excitement, “I remember! I remember how it was killed the first time! Bellerophon shot lead into its mouth and the lead melted and burnt its insides!”
“Oh yeah that’s great let me just grab the block of lead I keep in my pocket – WE DON’T HAVE LEAD ARIN!”
Grinding your teeth together you turned to look at Stiles and opened your mouth but once again you were cut off. The chimaera attacked you while you were distracted, your reflexes were fast enough for you to raise your arm to block the incoming swipe of its large paw, you cried out as its claws dug into your flesh and tore across the skin from your elbow to your wrist. You dropped to the floor and scrambled backwards, ignoring the pain shooting up your arm in order to get away from the monster, “KIRA’S SWORD! HER SWORD!” You were able to yell that out to them before you saw it swipe at you again, paw aiming for your head and the last thing you saw before you blacked out was Scott pouncing.
***
“I thought I told you NOT to let her out with you!”
“What exactly did you want us to do? Tie her up and leave her in the bathtub?”
“Dude!”
Stiles snickered, “Had to man, sorry. Okay OW! Wasn’t there enough violence already tonight? Jeez!”
“Nice one.” Scott high-fived Liam a smug smile playing on both of their faces.
“Arin is currently unconscious and bleeding on the table and you three are joking around?”
“There’s nothing we really can do until Deaton gets here so why not pass the time with some laughs, break the tension ya know? I mean unless he’s got the Golden Fleece back there then sh-“
It was when you heard a loud bang and a lot of growling did your body decide you should probably come back to the land of the conscious. You groaned, body protesting any kind of movement as you massaged your sore head, “Easy there kid, Stiles was only doing what Stiles does best, making light of a situation.” You leaned into Liam as he helped you sit upright and you took in the scene before you; Stiles was being held up against the wall, feet dangling off the ground, Scott was holding back a growling, blue eyed Malia while also trying to loosen Brett’s grip on Stiles’ shirt and Brett was heaving in breaths, staring at you with bright golden eyes.
Suddenly he dropped Stiles and rushed to your side, pulling you into his chest and pushing away Liam, “You are never leaving your house again do you understand?”
Pushing at his chest Arin grimaced, “Brett arm. Release the hold please.”
He did and moved to your left side, where your good arm was, “Never again.”
Shifting around you found a more comfortable position, “If you telling me what to do and what not to do didn’t work last time, what makes you think it’ll work this time?”
“Because now you understand what happens!”
You waved him off, “Brett I’m fine a few bumps and bruises but I’m fine.” You hissed as he help up your bleeding arm, “Tis but a scratch, kid.”
“Alright Monty Python, why don’t you let me be the judge of that.” Deaton strolled in, pulling off his jacket and giving you a once over then shook his head. “It’s not a scratch – “ From beside you Brett made a sound and gave you a look that said ‘I told you so’ “ – but it definitely could be worse.”
Arin gave Brett a smirk then stuck her tongue out at him in a childish manner, ‘Told ya! So Doc what’s the method of treatment?”
Gently he lifted your arm to inspect the wounds closer, “You’re going to need stiches and a lot of them by the looks of it, I’m also going to have to check to make sure you don’t have a concussion.”
Brett slid his fingers between your own when he heard the spike in your heartbeat after Deaton said stiches, he didn’t say anything only squeezed your hand and stepped closer to you.
Deaton whipped out his little doctors flashlight and pointed at his nose, “I want you to focus here and no where else.” With your nod he pressed the flashlight on, moving it across your eyes to watch as your pupils dilated in response to the bright light and while you didn’t look away from his nose you shied away from the harsh light. Deaton sighed and put away the flashlight then moved to examine your head, feeling around for the bumps, “How are you feeling? Nauseous? Headache? Dizzy?”
Wincing away from his hands when he pressed into a particularly tender area, you spoke over Brett’s low growl, “Headache, yes. Dizzy, a little. Nauseous, kinda.”
Deaton nodded and retracted his hands from your head, “Alright well it looks like you have a concussion, so you’re going to have to stay awake all night and avoid doing anything that will result in a head injury. I’ll write you a note to excuse you from gym – “
“You’re a vet, not a physician.”
“I believe your mother would sign off on it Scott. I also can’t give you anything to numb the pain while I stitch you up other than this ointment to numb the area, I’m sorry but it’s procedure.”
Arin nodded and swallowed past the growing lump in her throat, “Wonderful.”
Deaton gave you a sympathetic look, “Scott get me the needle and thread, Stiles the alcohol in the cabinet, Lydia the gauze pads in the second drawer, and Brett I need you – “ Brett growled sharply, eyes flashing gold in a warning, “ – to hold her hand and keep her from moving.” Deaton gave him a withering look as he grabbed the supplies the others got for him.
Situating yourself, you pressed your back to Brett’s front and he wrapped his arm around your waist securing you to him. Leaning your head on his shoulder you squeezed your eyes shut as Deaton cleaned the gashes with the rubbing alcohol and spread the ointment around her wounds. While they waited for the ointment to work its magic Deaton threaded the needle, the point shining in the light causing you to groan.
“Alright Arin, this shouldn’t hurt…as much.” Arin lifted her head up to give a glare to the good doctor before putting it back down onto Brett’s shoulder and rolling it so her nose was buried in his neck. “Scott come here and hold her hand so she doesn’t move it.”
You felt Scott’s hand fit into yours, his warm palm holding your hand down making it impossible to move away from the needle as you felt Deaton begin to stitch you up. You wanted to cry out but it died on you lips as the pain ebbed away, eyes fluttered open you looked down to see that Brett was taking away your pain. Smiling you squeezed his hand and went back to your previous position as you waited for Deaton to finish you up.
***
“Alright Arin, just take it easy and I want you to come visit me once a week so I can monitor your healing got it?”
You nodded to Deaton, leaning on Brett as exhaustion swept through your weary body.
“Good, now Scott I want you to get your mom to sign these for me and tell her if she needs to call me about any questions, she can.”
Deaton handed Scott two pieces of paper in order to excuse you from gym and any other activity that may jar your head or cause you to rip your stitches.
“Alright then, off you go.” Deaton began ushering you all to the door, it was well past 3 AM but you told your parents you were staying at Lydia’s house to study, those were the easy lies now you had to figure out how to explain the stitches.
“Golden Fleece?” You looked around Brett to smirk at Stiles.
He shrugged, stuffing the hand that wasn’t holding Malia’s in the front pocket of his jeans, “Yeah, I know a bit on Greek mythology; Odysseus, Perseus, Achilles, and Jason, although his story isn’t exactly my favorite I still know what the Golden Fleece does, I just never thought it really existed.”
“That would be something, an object that could heal any wound, so powerful it could bring back the dead.” Deaton followed you guys to the door, so he could lock up and clean up.
“That’s too much power for one person to have though, don’t you think?” Kira spoke up from beside Scott, forehead wrinkled as she thought about it.
“Only if it falls into the wrong hands…like Peter.” Lydia’s face portrayed revulsion at the idea.
You guys laughed together as you walked through the door to get to your cars when a thought rolled through your head, you turned and looked at Deaton, “You don’t actually have the Golden Fleece…do you?”
Deaton gave you a small smile, “Good night.” With that he closed the door on the 7 of you.
“Honestly I wouldn’t even be surprised.” Stiles turned for his Jeep, Malia in tow, shaking his head and shoulders moving lightly from laughter.
You all considered if for a moment before, “Me either,” came from the rest of you at the same time, because truly what doesn’t Deaton have?
