Yours (Stiles Stilinski)

Chapter Thirty Four

I stood in the bathroom, rinsing off my face. I pulled my dirty t-shirt over my head. I stood in a sports bra, looking in the mirror. I turned and saw a nasty bruise covering the middle of my back. I winced, as I reached around to touch it. I heard the door open, and I turned on the shower lightly, leaning my ear against the bathroom door.

"Is she alright?" I heard Mr. Stilinski asked. Stiles sighed.

"Yeah," he responded. I heard the bed shift, Mr. Stilinski probably sitting next to Stiles.

"So, did anything happen?" He asked Stiles quietly. I heard Stiles chuckle.

"Well— yes," Stiles murmured. I heard Mr. Stilinski clap his back.

"I know that getting beaten up, and with what happened to Jackson, has got you pretty shaken. But, be happy about two things: the game and now you got the girl. You're amazing," Mr. Stilinski said.

"Thanks, Dad," he said quietly.

"No, I mean it. Look, it was pretty much over, and then you got the ball, and you started running. You scored, and the tide just turned. And you scored again and again. You weren't just MVP of the game— you were a hero," Mr. Stilinski cheered him on. I put my hair up, turning the shower off. I grabbed one of Stiles' flannels, and listened for another moment.

"No, I'm not a hero, Dad," Stiles said.

"You were last night," he said. I looked at the clock on the wall. It was early morning.

"I'm not a hero," Stiles muttered again as his Dad left. I opened the door and looked at him.

"You are to me," I said. He looked up at me for a second before standing. My phone dinged, and I looked down at it as Stiles approached. Scott texted me our help code and his location. I looked at Stiles, as he took my hands. I gave him a small smile. "And you have another opportunity to shine before the sun comes up. Do you accept this quest?" I said, giving him a goofy grin. He smiled lightly, and he gave me a kiss.

"I do."

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"Lydia, let's go!" I shouted, opening the passenger door while we drove past her. Stiles hit the breaks, and Lydia jumped in. I had texted her after we got back, and she filled me in on Jackson's situation. "I bet you Gerard is trying to get something out of this, but in a way that plays everyone against each other. We gotta just bust in there," I explained. I took Stiles' hand, giving him a worried look. "You sure about this?" I asked. He squeezed my hand tighter.

"We're in this together," he said. Lydia looked between the two of us before groaning.

"Finally!" She exclaimed, sitting back. I rolled my eyes, but I didn't let go of Stiles' hand. We drove towards the warehouse, and I gripped Stiles hand, as I used my other hand to hold my seatbelt in place.

"Lydia, hold on," I said. We flew through the opening of the building, driving directly into Jackson. Stiles hit the breaks, and opened one eye.

"Did I get him?" He asked. I stared at him with an open mouth.

"Your eyes were closed?!" I shouted, going to get out of the car.

"Well, I was afraid! Of course they were closed!" He shouted back. I groaned, and paused, as Jackson's full Kanima body jumped on the hood. Stiles let out a scream, and we jumped out of the car. His arms were wrapped around my neck, and I groaned again. Lydia stepped out, as Jackson turned to us, letting out a screech and hissing.

"Oh my god!" Stiles shouted.

"Jackson!" Lydia said, interrupting Stiles' theatrics. I turned with wide eyes, reaching out to Lydia, but Stiles held me back.