“You know what they’re looking for, right? It’s called frontotemporal dementia. Areas of your brain start to shrink. It’s what my mother had. It’s the only form of dementia that can hit teenagers… and there’s no cure.”
“Stiles, if you have it we’ll do something. I’ll do something.”
SCILES pretty pls: Help my car broke down outside your place and it’s almost the full moon and I’m not saying I’m freaking out but do you happen to have handcuffs and how do you feel about using them on strangers.
Okay, sorry for the freaking long wait because I had writer’s block and school sucks and ugh, but I hope you like what my late-night-alcohol-induced-emotional-self wrote in honor of Sciles day. Enjoy! <33
A/N: I don’t even know anymore, lmao. Sorry.
Pairing: Sciles
Warnings: Swearing
Word count: 1 100
“Shit!” Scott curses ashis car suddenly slows down, only to jerk to a halt in the middle ofthe road. “No no no!” He turns the key again, and again, andagain, but the car is dead.
He breaths through his teeth, taking aquick look in the mirror. In his rage his eyes already startedglowing yellow. Quickly he blinks a few times, regaining hiscomposure. He needs to do something, now!
He notices lights in thehouse right next to him. This idea is totally crazy, but damn, whatelse should he do? He exits the car, his gaze wandering to the fullmoon sitting enthroned over the town. He needs to hurry!
After arather short knock on the door he waits, considering if this reallyis the only way, as the door opens. Scott is facing a pale, slim guy,with dark brown hair and curious amber eyes. “Uhm -” Scottstarts, shortly baffled, “- I’m Scott.” This is not weird at all!
“Stiles,” the other one replies with a slight frown, probablywondering why some dude knocks onto his door in the middle of thenight. Although he seems to be around Scott’s age.
“Okay, thistotally sounds crazy, but my car just broke down and I need yourhelp!”
Stiles looks over Scott’s shoulder towards the car. “Youmean like assist-starting? That is not crazy, by the way.”
“No,I – do you have something to tie me down?”
“Woah, wait a secthere – are you, like, a male prostitute? ‘Cause I’m not reallyinto that.”
“What? No!” Scott shakes his head, feeling hispulse already speeding up. “I just – trust me, bad things willhappen. Do you have handcuffs or anything by chance?”
Stiles blinkslike fifty times in one second, trying to get what Scott wants.“Handcuffs? Dude, seriously -”
Scott can’t help but growlslightly, as much as he tries to hold it back.
“What the -”
“Just – Stiles, please.” Stiles squints his eyes for a fewseconds before murmuring “Fuck it!” and dragging Scottinside, closing the door. “Alright, my dad has a few handcuffs, howmany do you need?”
Scott feels his fingers tingling, indicatingthat his nails soon will grow. “All of them.”
In a matter of afew minutes he is down in Stiles’ cellar, two handcuffs securing hisarms around a pillar, the other around his legs. “Tighter,” Scottmumbles, nodding towards his hands.
“Holy -” Stiles means withwide eyes as he discovers the sharp nails on his hands. “Dude,there kinda are -”
“I know. Tighter.” Scott groans as hefeels his teeth grow, knowing that he can’t hold it back much longer.He hears the click of the handcuffs as Stiles narrows them down. “Nowgo.”
“Are you sure -”
“Stiles, go!” The last one comesout as a growl.
Stiles gasps as he sees the bright yellow eyes andstumbles up the stairs, hoping that the boy will be alright and nottear his house down. After a few steps he stops, though, watchingScott turn into a wolf – a werewolf. Okay, this sure can’t be real.Is he dreaming? He rubs his eyes a few times, but there he still is:Scott, tied onto a pillar, growling. Jeez. Probably wasn’t one of hisbest ideas. Oh well, how could he not help him? He looked sodesperate!
As he looks into his direction, though, he quickly takesthe rest of the steps and closes the door behind him.
Stiles sitsdown in front of the door, pulling the phone out of his pocket andgoogling werewolves. Hey, what should he do anyways? He just saw aguy he doesn’t know turn into a werewolf that he didn’t think evenexisted and he is supposed to be – yeah, supposed to be what?Scared? Upset? Well, he rather feels fascinated. So he clicks on thefirst entry on werewolves and starts reading.
After two hours or soit is completely quiet in the room behind him. After hearing theconstant growling all the time, Stiles doesn’t know if this is a goodor bad sign. Did he escape? He stands up, one ear pressed against thedoor. “Scott?” Nothing.
He cautiously opens the door, seeingScott slumped against the pillar. “You alright, buddy?” After heonly receives a quiet “Yeah”, he goes down to him. “Areyou in control again?”
Scott just nods weakly, his face covered insweat.
Stiles opens the handcuffs and grabs the hand with a frown asthe wounds on Scott’s wrists are fading until there is just soft skinagain. “Woah, that is so awesome, dude!”
Scott smiles tiredlyabout his enthusiasm and takes a deep breath. Before he can to start,though, Stiles beats him to it. “Uhm, do you, like, need anything?Something to drink, eat or -”
Scott just shakes his head. “Listen,what just happened – could you please keep it a secret? Or maybeeven forget it?”
“How am I supposed to forget that?” Stilesprotests. “Scott, you are a werewolf. You have super healing powersand strength and sight and – dude, you can hear my heart beatingright now and only silver and wolfsbane are your only weaknesses,that is so -”
“How do you even know -”
“I googled it.”
“Seriously?” Scott sighs, looking at him severe.
“Yeah. Andoh, of course I’ll keep it a secret! Wouldn’t want you to give you toweird scientific experiences.”
He exhales relieved. “Thanks,Stiles.”
“But in exchange, could you please tell me how it is?God, this is like I am in Teen Wolf from the eighties!”
“Teenwhat?”
Stiles smiles, offering his hand and helping him up. “Wolf.So, how about we have some curly fries and we talk about wolfing outand stuff?”
Scott examines him in disbelief. This guy, a completestranger, let him inside his house, handcuffed him to a pillar in thecellar, freed him again later, will keep it a secret that he is awerewolf and wants to hang out with him?
Not that he really minds.Since he has been bitten, he felt kind of lonely, not having anyoneto tell all this stuff too. And weirdly enough, Stiles seemstrustworthy to him and not even slightly afraid.
“Why not?” heanswers, and Stiles answers with the brightest of smiles, dragginghim up the stairs.
Well, this could be the start of some bizarrefriendship.
