Teen Wolf Imagines

I know it - Stiles Stilinski

Warning: Season 6 spoilers

You know that feeling you get when you walk into a room for something and forget what you're looking for? That feelings been stuck on me for the past week. Lately, I’ve felt empty. I’ve felt like something was missing. But I’ve come to realize it wasn't something; it was someone.

Scott, Malia, Lydia, and I have all been missing someone. We’ve all been off in some kind of way. Malia has been having trouble keeping her coyote side under control, Lydia and Scott feel as if they're missing a friend, and as for me, I can't remember who I was supposed to meet by the lockers every morning. Although, I think I loved him.

But Lydia helped us find a name. The name Stiles. Scott and I went to Sheriff Stilinski to ask if we could look at the database for a Stiles. When we arrived, him and his wife Claudia agreed to talk to us about this. Sheriff said his father’s nickname was Stiles. Stiles was a family name. Sheriff wouldn’t let us talk to his father, but Scott and I decided to go anyway. We brought Malia and Lydia. Sheriff’s dad wasn’t exactly the best person, and after that experience, we knew not to visit him again.

“You want to search my house?” Sheriff asked, eyebrows furrowed. I’d come to the police station explaining that Stiles may have left something behind. A relic. Proof that Stiles existed.

“People are leaving things behind. So if Stiles left anything--”

“W-why would it be there?”

“You can’t just erase people. They leave things behind.” Sheriff continued looking at me skeptically. I sighed and closed my eyes. I was really hoping he would believe me. Sheriff dropped the library ID I gave him on the desk.

“I couldn’t sleep last night. I got up to do some paperwork.” I opened my eyes and began listening to him. “The files were in the back of my car, so I go to the garage. There was some junk falling off a shelf, I stubbed my toe on an old baseball bat. Without thinking, I yelled out a name.”

"Stiles." I concluded.

Sheriff agreed to me going to his house and searching. I looked at pictures and only saw some of Sheriff and Claudia. Nothing out of the ordinary. “Thank you, Mrs. Stilinski.” I said when she came into the living room.

“Well, good luck. I’ll just uh, leave you to it.” She then walked back into the kitchen. I had an odd feeling about her. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but something was off. I didn’t like her.

For some reason, I felt like I should walk down the hall, so I did. I walked to this empty wall. I had a feeling something was here. I felt like this wall was supposed to be here. I put my hand on the wall and without thinking, I began tearing the wallpaper away. I didn’t get much off before a hand grabbed my wrist. It was Claudia.

“What are you doing?” She asked.

“You’re hurting me.” I yanked my hand out of her grasp. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have came here.” I said, rubbing where her fingers gripped.

“I think that’s something we can agree on.” Claudia replied. I then left, before I caused any more trouble. I went to Lydia’s house, so I wasn’t alone. Malia was helping Scott and Liam keep the ghostriders from taking anyone else, so I left them alone and opted for Lydia instead.

“You tore Mrs. Stilinski’s wallpaper of her wall?!” Lydia scolded. I rolled my eyes.
“Yes.”

Lydia sighed. “We’re worried about you, Y/N.”

“I’m just trying to find something that Stiles may have left behind. A relic.” I said.

“Well, did you find anything?”

“No. Mrs. Stilinski asked me to leave before I could find anything.”

“Well probably because you were tearing her wallpaper! Y/N, I’ve known this family since birth, and so have you. I trust her. We all do.” I rolled my eyes in frustration. “Do you know what a confirmation bias is?”

“The tendency to interpret information in a way that confirms an existent reconception?” I asked, already knowing that I knew what it was.

“It’s a bias perspective. You’re looking for proof for to support to what you already believe is true because you want it to be true.”

I leaned in so she could hear me. “Stiles is real. I know it.” Lydia sighed once again.

“But do you believe there’s a possibility he’s not?” She asked. I stayed silent because I realized she was right. But I wasn’t going to give her any satisfaction of me being wrong. I don’t believe that Stiles isn’t real. He is real.

I convinced Lydia to go to the hospital with me so I could ask Melissa to see Mrs. Stilinski’s medical records. I wanted to see if there was any record of her having children. Melissa took us to the back and we all looked at the files together.

“Sorry, guys. According to her medical records, Claudia never had children.” Lydia and I looked at each other. Lydia flashing me a look of sympathy. I looked back at the screen and something caught my attention.

I pointed at the thing that caught my eye.“But she had--”

“Frontotemporal dementia.” Melissa cut me off. “There must be a mistake.”

“How long ago? She seems fine now.” Lydia said.

“10 years. I’m surprised she’s still alive, honestly. It’s a miracle.”

Malia and Scott came into the hospital with Mr. Argent. Something in their plan hitched, so Lydia and I met with our friends upstairs in the waiting room.

“What happened?” I asked, my voice caused Malia and Scott to turn around.

“What happened?” I asked, my voice caused Malia and Scott to turn around.

“We barely slowed them down.” Malia said.

“Tell us you found something.” Scott said.

“We found out Claudia never had children, so Stiles can’t be her son.” Lydia told the two.

Malia and Scott looked disappointed, but hopeful. “What about a relic?” Malia asked. I shook my head slowly. Malia turned to Scott. “There never was a Stiles, was there?”

“It doesn’t even sound like a real name.” Scott said. Was he? No. He couldn’t be giving up. The fact that Scott was giving up brought tears to my eyes.

“We have to keep looking. Check the school records again or call Scott’s dad--” I said before Lydia cut me off. I turned my head to look at her.

“We’re fighting the wrong battle.”

I looked at her, shock most likely covering my face. “We’re trying to bring Stiles back. These feeling are too strong for Stiles not to be real. I feel empty without him. I love him. I know that much and I know that my feelings are real.” I felt the warm tears fall from my eyes.

“The ghostriders came back. We still have no way of stopping them. Whatever they are, they’re real. We can’t keep chasing someone who isn’t.” Malia said.

“He didn’t leave anything behind.” Scott said, sympathy going towards me. I know that the pack was worried about me. I was the one taking this the hardest and we all knew that.

“Just us. Just me.” I said. I turned around and walked off to another hallway. I leaned against the wall and slid down, sitting on the floor. My tears were more frequent at this point. “Where are you, Stiles?” I sobbed out. “Please, just come back to me.”

I then whispered something that felt foreign yet familiar on my tongue. “I love you.”