let me love you {2} - stiles stilinski

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Stiles Stilinski grabs one stack off the table.

"Maybe you should just take the deal." Lydia Martin says.

The old lady smirks and leans on the desk. "While I'm keen to follow the warning of a Banshee, I'm going to have to decline." She looks at me. "And what are you?"

I lean on the desk. "I'm not like them. But that doesn't mean that I can't kick your ass."

Stiles sighs. I felt the annoyance boiling in his body. I knew this plan was stupid since I touched the Mexican soil, and all I wanted was to get the hell out. "Just give us Derek. You don't want him anyway. Haven't you noticed what a downer he is? No sense of humor, poor conversationalist. Just come on, take the money."

I crossed my arms, pissed off at this old lady. She grabbed her radio off the desk putting it to her mouth. "Severo. Show them how the Calaveras negotiate." She quickly leaves the room and I look at my two friends, confused. Suddenly guards grab Stiles and I, leaving Lydia behind. They drag us down the hall. I try to fight off the grip, but I couldn't show my true strength. They open a door and throw us in, closing it behind us.

Laying on the floor is Scott, and he's out cold. I quickly rush to him but Kira's voice intervenes. "It's wolfsbane. He'll be out for awhile."

I sat on the bench, twiddling my thumbs. Stiles sat on the floor in front of me, tapping my shoe with his foot, trying to keep himself entertained. Malia sat next to me, glancing at me every few minutes, trying to keep an eye on Stiles and I. I could feel the tension radiating off of Malia, so I've been anxiously waiting for my brother to wake up.

"What if Derek isn't even here." I say to Stiles.

Stiles looks up at me. "What do you mean?"

"The lady avoided everything, and I could feel her tension. I don't think she knows where he is, I think she wants us to help her." I elaborate.

"Guys!" Kira yells. "He's waking up!" Stiles and I jump up, rushing over to my brother.

I look down, seeing his groggy face. "Scott, you okay?" I ask.

Stiles reaches down helping him up. "Yeah. They don't have him. They don't have Derek."

"That's what Stiles and I were thinking." I say.

Malia looks at me. "You two didn't talk this entire time."

I look at Malia and ignore her comment. "They have Lydia." I say.

Scott eyes panic. "Lydia? What do they want with Lydia?"

"We don't know." Kira replies.

Scott stands, running to the door, looking for a way out. He reaches his fingers into the gap, trying to pull with all his might. He looks down disappointed, and Kira walked over to him. "We already looked for a way out. I think a lot of people have."

"I say whenever that door opens again, we take out whoever is standing in the way and run for it." Malia suggests.

"What about Lydia?" Kira asks.

Malia scrunches her eyebrows. "What about her?"

My anger peaked with her. "Are you stupid? We're not leaving without her."

Malia looks angry with me, but utterly confused. "Why not?"

Stiles makes a weird look with his face and walks towards her. "Because we don't leave without people. Remember? We talked about this. Rule of the wild kingdom doesn't apply to friends." He spoke to her like a baby, which pissed me off even more that he like her and not me.

"Yeah dumbass, we don't leave our friends behind." I snap.

"Myla." Scott warns. I look and him then step back, making eye contact with the floor.

"Is that what you would do as a coyote? Leave her for dead?" Kira asks innocently.

Malia looks dead serious. "If she was weak and injured, yeah. If hunting had been bad that season, I would eat her." Kira's face is horrified. "Then I would leave."

"Wow," I start, "remind me to never hangout with you alone."

Stiles looks at me. "Believe it or not, that's progress."

"We're not dead yet." Scott explains. "That means Araya wants something."

Kira looks at him. "But if the Calaveras don't know where Derek is, that means they didn't take him from the loft. Right?"

"Maybe he left on his own." Stiles suggests.

I sigh. "Or maybe someone else got to him. There were how many bullets in the loft. You're telling me that they were that scared of Derek? And if that is the case, you would think that they got him."

Suddenly the door swings open, and we all jump. We turn around ready to fight, but before we knew it, we were all being zapped to the floor, twitching. Pain seared through my entire body while I was incapable of moving. They took out Scott and Kira, leaving me with the couple. They didn't zap Stiles for some reason, and he attempted to help me but I push him off, not wanting him to touch me.

I close my eyes and tears fall, but I quickly wipe them. Stiles checks on Malia, helping her too. He paces the room while we heal, the pain subsiding.

"Do you hear them? Do you hear Scott?" Stiles asks while he kept on pacing. Malia shakes her head no. "Can you hear Kira, Lydia, anybody? What are they saying?"

I look up at Stiles. "I feel fear. And pain." Stiles looks down at me, thinking the worst.

"I can't concentrate." Malia says. "There's too many sounds and voices."

Stiles eyes fill with sympathy as he goes to her. "It's okay, just breathe. Breathe with me, all right? You practiced this with Scott before, remember?"

I feel like a third wheel. Maybe if I wasn't such a wimp, I could've made my move, could've had him for me. I should've kissed him at the hospital, I should've kissed him before Eichen House. If I said something different at his house before I left, would it be different?

"Just focus on something, anything." Stiles continued. "It can be my voice or-" he was cut off by Malia kissing him. I look away, not wanting to see that anymore. I felt sadness course through me until I felt pain. Not of my own, but from someone else. Screams filled my head, screams from my brother. Tears pricked in my eyes, while Stiles looked at Malia.

I focused on my brother, feeling his energy. Listening to his voice. "Kate."

"Kate." Malia and I say in unison. Her and Stiles look at me, Malia confused on how I knew.

Stiles falls back. "It's impossible. That can't be what he said."

"Why?" Malia asks. "Who's Kate?"

Stiles looks between us. "She's a hunter. An Argent."

I sit up straight. "As in," I pause. "Allison's relative?"

Stiles looks at me. "Her aunt."

The doors open, Severo entering. "Let's go."