The whole story of Teen Wolf plays out, werewolves and kanima's and alpha packs etc etc, the horror comes and goes, blood is spilled and forgotten, death happens and life moves on.
Everyone is there from The Hale's down to Deaton and the Stilinski's. Erica and Boyd are alive, Isaac is a wolf still. The Hale's are Derek and Cora and Peter returned from the dead, still squirmy and smirking.
The story ends and ripples like a dream, the image fading away until you are left with Stiles in a bed, silent and still apart from the movement of his chest rising and falling. Beside him in an uncomfortable hospital chair is his father, the sheriff reading from a book that he knew his son enjoyed once. Lord Of the Rings, the characters falling from the page and his lips.
In a bed across from him lays another still body, a joint room in the long term ward of the Beacon Hill's Memorial Hospital. Stiles is there and has been since he was eight years old, his mother had tried to drown him and while his father had been quick enough to save his life, the damage had been done and he had not woken up at all, doctors have no idea while he hasn't woken, that all brain activity is normal and for all their tests and research shows that Stiles should be awake and leading a normal teenage life now.
He's seventeen, soon approaching his eighteenth birthday and with a sigh, the sheriff finishes his chapter and puts the bookmark back in between the pages before setting it down on the stand beside the bed. He wishes his son a goodnight and kisses his forehead after brushing away his hair, reminding him to get it trimmed soon.
With only a glance towards the other bed, he leaves the room and then the ward, then the hospital, pausing just long enough at the door of his car to look up towards the darkening sky.
Back in the room, across the bed from Stiles lays another bed, another body beneath the covers, but this one doesn't get any visitors at all, he doesn't move and he doesn't talk. He's frozen inside a body that can open and close his eyes and nothing else. His family had abandoned him after the fire that claimed his home and the rest of his family, his niece and nephew the only ones to survive apart from him.
Two bodies, two broken minds, two people who are trapped within themselves, battling similar nightmares night after night. Chasing after any change, of any chance of waking.
The night Stiles turned eighteen, it's a full moon outside.
The pure white light shines in through windows where curtains had been forgotten, left at the sides of the window the moonlight shines down across both of the bodies.
Almost at once something seems to ripple through the room, a silent wave of energy that swirls around them both, nothing stirs at first and then almost as if planned, two sets of eyes open, snapping open to stare up at an unknowing ceiling.
A pair of eyes once whiskey brown, glows brightly with emerald sparks.
A pair of eyes once azure blue, burns fiercely cyan.
Together they sit up and stare across the room at each other, a silent conversation growing between them, a life missed out and connection building.
A wolf once lost and feral,
A boy once young and care free and happy.
Together they make a fierce couple, a team that will take now shit from anyone, a partnership that leaves ripples after them that even the most unknowing will shiver from.
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