let me love you {2} - stiles stilinski

shattered

Stiles, Noah, and I decide to talk to Derek, maybe he knew something we didn't. As we enter, the place was trashed; lightbulbs that once hung from the ceiling shattered, tipped chairs, and even a few droplets of blood on the floor.

"What the hell happened?" Stiles ask upon entrance.

"It was supposed to be a date." Derek explains.

"They were both here?" Noah asks.

Braeden stood in the room with us. "Yep, and they're both gone."

Stiles's phone starts to ring. "Lydia?" He asks into the phone.

"Scott's been taken." She responds.

He looks among the other people in the room and continues to talk to Lydia. "Scott and Kira." He corrects. "We just don't know where."

"Mexico." Deaton's voice comes through. "And if you want to save his life, that's where you're going too."

I sit on the bottom of the stairs in my house playing with my loosely curled hair, waiting to leave for Mexico while wearing black leggings, a plain dark blue long sleeve, and my Nike tennis shoes. Stiles was helping Malia in Scott's room so she could find a scent of Scott. Once pounding on the steps sound, I stand and look at Stiles who was coming down.

"No, Myla. You're not going." Stiles says.

"What?" I defend. "Why am I not going?"

Stiles lightly grabs my wrist to go somewhere a little more private. "I can't have you getting hurt."

I grab his hand. "Stiles, I won't. If anything you shouldn't be going because you only have a bat to defend yourself."

He smiles. "I've done this many times, I'm not worried."

"Come on Stiles, you know my abilities are more powerful than any werewolf here, except maybe Scott." I plead.

Stiles drags his hand down is face, contemplating everything. "Fine, but you have to listen to me while we're there."

I hold out my hand with my pinky sticking towards him. "Promise to look out for each other?"

He grabs my pinky with his. "Promise."

We hear the front door close so we go over, seeing Liam stepping inside. "Liam, go home." Stiles directs. "You're not coming with us."

"Why not?" He asks.

"It's a full moon Liam." I explain.

"And," Stiles turns towards Liam, "I don't feel like driving you all the down to Mexico just to have you rip my throat out."

Liam looks between Stiles and I. "You can lock me up, right? Chain me to the backseat or something?"

Malia walks over. "You tore through the last chains, remember?"

We start to walk out when Liam steps in front of us. "Wait! What if you put me in the trunk?"

"Liam-" I start.

"Please." He begs.

Stiles sighs. "Liam, you've been a werewolf for five minutes. You don't have to do this."

"I know I don't, but I want to." Liam keeps pushing. "There has to be thicker chains, a bigger trunk, or something. There has to be."

Stiles turns his head as if he had a plan. "Maybe there is. Myla, drive my Jeep." We all head out, going to the meetup spot. Stiles texts during the ride, which is the reason I was driving his baby, not him. I pull in the old warehouse, watching as a prison transport van shows up and another car.