Yours (Stiles Stilinski)

Chapter Six

"Y/N, I'm really sorry to ask this, but can you get over here as soon as possible?" Stiles says through the phone. I groan and roll out of Lydia's bed. We were up all night reading this book on neurophysiology. Lydia was writing a paper on it and wanted my help wording it. The girl really just wanted some company. She was perfectly fine, a genius, on her own. Y/n appreciated the sentiment of being invited anyway.

"Yes, yes. Give me a second to put on clothes," I muttered. I hear Stiles' say something, and then him being hit by Scott.

"Y/n?" I hear my twin's voice on the other side now. I can tell that he's panicked about something. I hurry it along and call a taxi.

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"What is that?" I hear as I climb the familiar hill close to the Hale house.

"It's a wolf, dumbass," I hear Stiles respond. I roll my eyes and smile a bit. I begin to sneak up to them. "There's a flower right there... I think it's wolfsbane."

"What's that?" Scott asked. I mentally face palm at how stupid he sounds.

"Uh... haven't you ever seen The Wolf Man? Lon Chaney, Junior? Claude Rains? The original, classic Werewolf movie?" Stiles scoffs. I roll my eyes, waiting for them to get to the point.

"No!" Scott yells, annoyed. I hold in a chuckle.

"You are so unprepared for this," Stiles said in disbelief. I sneak closer as I see Stiles pull a rope out of a large hole. Scott moves back, and Stiles moves back closer to me. I take this chance.

"BOO!" I shout, grabbing Stiles. He screams and stumbles back into me, causing us both to fall down. He lands on my waist, crushing the air out of my lungs. Scott looks down at me in surprise. I cough, and Stiles looks down at me. I weakly wave up to the guys.

"Can, uh— can you get off me? You're crushing my windpipe," I wheezed. Scott pulled Stiles up by the ear and offered me a hand. I take it gratefully. He pulls me into a quick hug. I pat his back gently. "So, what is it that couldn't- oh my god," my words fall flat as I look into the hole. There is a whole, well actually two halves of a person in there. I shudder as Stiles dials his father's number.

We wait a little while, and Scott sits in the Jeep. Stiles and I slip into the police car that holds a cuffed Derek Hale. He glares at us, and I glare right back.

"Okay, just so you know, I'm not afraid of you," Stiles begins, and Derek bares his teeth. Stiles flinches back. "Okay, maybe I am. Doesn't matter. I just wanna know something. The girl you killed? She was a Werewolf. She was a different kind, wasn't she?" He asked Derek. I looked at him surprised that he came to this conclusion. It looks like I had missed out on some info.

"I mean, she could turn herself into an actual wolf, and I know Scott can't do that. Is that why you killed her?" Stiles asked. Derek seemed conflicted, and he looked at me for a moment. I cocked my head at him. Stiles looked between the two of us for a moment.

"Why are you so worried about me, when it's your brother who's going to be the problem?" He asked me. I pursed my lips, and he continued. "When he shifts on the field, what do you think they're gonna do? Just keep cheering him on? I can't stop him from playing, but you can... And trust me, Y/n, you want to," he said gently. Stiles pulled me out of the car, just as the Sheriff tugged him out.

"There. Stand. Now, what the hell do you think you're doing?!" He exclaimed at Stiles.

"I'm just trying to help!" Stiles said.

"Okay, well, how 'bout you help me understand exactly how you came upon this?" the Sheriff asked. We looked at each other and the Sheriff snapped his fingers. "Look here, not at each other," he said quickly.