Ever Since I Met You (A Stiles Stilinski Love Story)

Master Plan

"Melody...Melody, wake up," a distant voice called to me. "Melody..."

I jolted awake, sitting up from a cold cement floor of a basement. Stiles was crouched next to me. I heard whimpering behind us and I turned to see Boyd and Erica tied to the cieling by their arms, duck tape covering their mouths.

"What's...what's going on?" I asked weakly. "Where...are we?"

"Um...we got kidnapped...and we're in the Argent's basement."

I didn't have the strength to freak out at the moment. Gerard was bound to come down any moment now, I just knew it. "Okay... help me up," I told Stiles. "We need to get them down."

He helped me to my feet and walked over to Boyd and Erica. They started to say something, but their words were muffled by the tape.

"Shh!" Stiles told them, reaching up to untie them when sparks shot from their bonds and he jumped back, yelping. "Ow!"

"They were trying to warn you...It's electrified," Gerard said, walking down the stairs. We slowly turned to face him.

"What are you doing with them?" I asked, leaning against Stiles as the sedative started to wear off more.

"At the moment? Just keeping them comfortable. There's no point in torturing them. They won't give Derek up- the instinct to protect their Alpha is too strong," he replied casually.

"Okay, so, what are you doing with us? Because Scott can find us, all right? He knows my scent. It's pungent, you know? It's more like a stench. He could find me even if I was buried at the bottom of a sewer, covered in fecal matter and urine," Stiles ranted and I tried to get the image out of my head.

Gerard looked amused. "You have a knack for creating a vivid picture, Mr. Stilinski. Let me paint one of my own- Scott McCall finds his best friend bloodied and beaten to a pulp. And Melody will be in a similar condition, lying peacefully next to him. How does that sound?"

"I think I might prefer more of a still life, or landscape, you know?" Gerard slowly approached us intimidatingly. "What-what are you, ninety? Look, I can probably kick your butt up and down this room-" Gerard punched him in the face and I yelped in surprise. "Okay, wait!" He punched him again, making Stiles fall to the floor before continuing to punch him repeatedly in the face.

"Stop," I demanded. "Stop, stop, stop!" I grabbed his arm, stopping his next punch. My eyes started to glow blazing purple as I lifted Gerard off the floor, away from Stiles. I threw him aside and he stumbled on top of the stairs, staring at me in shock. I started to breath heavily as power coursed through my veins. "I told you to stop," I growled.

"Well, aren't you full of surprises, Melody. You're not a werewolf...not entirely. I've never seen eyes like that in my lifetime." He suddenly pulled out a crossbow, firing two arrows at me. I managed to catch one, but the other hit my shoulder. I ripped it out just as I started to get drowzy again. "But you're still effected by wolfsbane. Interesting..." And the last thing I saw was Stiles catching me before I hit the floor...

"Melody? Are you okay?" Lydia asked as entered the world of the conscious once more. I found myself lying on Stiles' bed, both Stiles and Lydia sitting next to me. Stiles had bruises forming on his face and Lydia looked...emtionally unstable.

"Yeah, I'm fine no," I said as I sat up. Lydia had tears in her eyes and I put a hand on her shoulder. "What's wrong, Lydia?"

"They won't let me see him. I'm supposed to give him something. He kept asking for it back..." I immediately embraced her and she sobbed.

"It's okay," I told her. "We'll figure something out."

Stiles held a roll of toilet paper to us. "Hey, sorry, I didn't have any tissues, so..."