Omen of Death | Sterek

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Twenty-four days until full moon

Softly, the wind blew through the trees, letting loosely hanging leaves fall to the ground. Here and there, a bird's chirping broke through the silence and it wasn't until many hurried steps running through the woods were heard, that the bird flew away.

'Scott, wait up', a strained voice called from the very back of the group of students, making one of the boys further in the front turn around. A little slower and this time backwards, Scott jogged and waited for his friend to catch up.

'Don't', the heavily panting boy said when slowing down his pace and desperately trying to catch his breath, 'say it.'

'Say what?'

'That I need to work on my endurance.'

'I won't', Scott mumbled with a grin, before cheekily adding, 'You could though and you know that Stiles.' The boy named Stiles only huffed at that and when the sound of a whistle being blown was heard, the boys picked up their pace again, finishing the run.

Relieved that the end of the lacrosse training was also the end of their school day, Stiles and Scott quickly showered and changed, before leaving the school building.

'So you're at work today?', Stiles questioned as he nervously bit his fingernails. Scott hummed in response, eyeing his friend with a raised eyebrow.

'What about you?'

'Babysitting.'

'Haha, sure', Scott mumbled, before they arrived at his motorbike and got out his helmet, about to put it on his head when he turned back around.

'Wait, you're serious?'
Stiles only nodded, his brown eyes flickering as he looked around.

'Dude, you're babysitting a kid?'

'No, a killer kitten', Stiles responded with his usual dose of sarcasm, causing the werewolf to roll his eyes.

'Whose kid?'
Scott had a hard time believing someone would trust Stiles with their child. Not that Stiles wasn't protective over the ones he loved, it was rather the fact that Stiles wasn't exactly the most mature and responsible person to be around a child.

'One of my dad's deputies. She has a five-year-old daughter and when she didn't have anyone to look after her, my dad thought it would be a brilliant idea to suggest me', Stiles explained. Scott's amused face said it all and Stiles huffed, 'You're not helping.'

'Wait, the one Derek dated?'

'Dates, they didn't break up.'

'Oh damn. He won't be there too, right?'

'Can you imagine Derek looking after a child?', Stiles asked and made a face when trying to picture the werewolf playing with a little girl. In his imagination, the girl ended up crying because of something Derek did and Stiles quickly shook off the thought with a frown.

'Well, I can't imagine you doing it either', Scott admitted with a shrug.

'And again not helping.'

'You'll be fine. How bad could it possibly be?'
With that, Scott drove off, waving at his friend.

'Like not at all', Stiles yelled after him, adding to his last sentence, before grumpily getting into his blue Jeep. He was genuinely concerned for the child's well-being, because last time he checked, children weren't exactly fond of him.

However, an hour later, he found himself in front of Deputy McKenna's house, hesitantly ringing the bell. It didn't take long for the young mother to open the door, 'Stiles! Come in.'
With quick steps, she walked up the stairs and led Stiles to her apartment.