Stiles Stilinski x Reader. (Rewrite of the series: season 2)

Chapter 9*

(Third POV) Argent House

Allison is outside of her house, waiting by her car. She hears something behind her and immediately turns around in fear. When she sees her grandfather, she lets out the breath she has been holding.

"I didn't mean to scare you..." Gerard says. "It's okay, I was just—" Allison begins nervously, but gets interrupted. "Are you expecting someone else?" he asks her. "Yeah-- I mean, no. No, definitely not." Allison stammers, looking around her nervously.

"Good! Then we can talk for a minute." Gerard says. Allison sees a pill box on the ground, and she picked--s it up, making Gerard take it from her. "Oh, thanks. Don't want to drop that. I'd be lost without it. When I was your age, I didn't even take vitamins. Now, I'm choking down a cocktail of pills three times a day. But I do what my doctor tells me, because I trust him. Trust is a commodity our family holds very high, you know? And my daughter-- well, your aunt Kate-- died doing what she thought was right. Her intentions may have been a bit misguided—" Gerard says.

"A bit?" Allison asks in disbelief. "I like that. Oh, you remind me of her. She challenged me, too." Gerard says. "Is that what you want me to do? Challenge you?" Allison then asks. "I want you to trust me. You're gonna find yourself put in the position where you question the trust of people close to you-- even your closest friends. And, when that happens, you have to know the trust you'd never question is family. Can I trust you, Allison?" Gerard asks.

"Yeah." Allison says mumbling, which makes Gerard look at her with anger. "Not 'yeah.' Speak with conviction! Yes, or no?" He asks, scaring Allison a bit. "Yes. You can trust me." She then says, making her grandfather smile.

(Stiles POV) Tucker's Garage

"I told you, I just-- I walked in, and I saw the Jeep on top of the guy. That's all." I tell my dad, looking around nervously. He looks at my hands and then frowns at me. "What's wrong with your hand?" he asks me, which makes me drop my hand and put it behind my back.

"Nothing. Can I just get out of here, now?" I ask, a little impatiently. "Look, if there's something you don't think you can tell me—" my dad begins, but I quickly interrupt him. "You think I'm lying?" I ask, raising my eyebrow at him defensively.

"No, of course not! I'm just worried about you. Now, if you saw someone do this, if you're afraid that maybe they're gonna come back and make sure you don't say anything about it—" My dad says, making me sigh. "I didn't see anything-- at all. Can I go now, please?" I ask, making him sigh and nod at me.

"Sure... But, not in your Jeep. We're going to have to impound it. Sorry, kid. Evidence. I'll see you at home." My dad says, patting my shoulder and walking away from me. "All right, well... at least make sure they wash it!" I yell, looking at him walk away.

(Your POV) Tucker's Garage

Scott had gotten a call that something had happened to Stiles. We drove over to the garage as quickly as we could. When I arrive, I quickly jump out of the car and we run to where Stiles is standing. He is rubbing his hands and looking at the ground.

"You okay?" Scott and I ask at the same time. Stiles looks up from the ground and gives us a small smile. "Yeah. You were right. It's not like you two. I mean, its eyes were almost, like... reptilian. But there was something about them." He says, making me frown in worry. "What do you mean?" I ask.

"You know when you see, like, a friend in a Halloween mask, but all you can see are their eyes? And you feel like you know 'em, but you just can't figure out who it is?" Stiles asks, making Scott grab his arm. "Are you saying you know who it is?" he asks, making Stiles shake his head no. "No... But I think it knew me." He then says, playing with his hands again.