| home. what a strange thing to say when you've spent months avoiding it. is it really your home though? or are you just trying to find your place in this cruel world? |
season 3b
mature content
i.lahey x fem!oc
━━━━━━ CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO beacon hills, california
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SITTING IN FRONT of Agent McCall, Cassiopeia and Isaac looked at each other with an awkward expression. They were waiting for Scott so they could follow through with the plan but instead, they found the FBI agent.
When the lock of the door opened, the brunette sighed in relief when she saw Scott. Though she hadn't seen Stiles yet, which brought tears in her eyes when the boy stood next to his best friend.
She had to physically stop herself from tackling him into a bear hug and never letting him go.
"What are you doing here?"
"I could ask you the same thing", the man said with his hands stuffed in his pockets.
"Free period. We're doing a group assignment", Stiles said while lying through his teeth. God has she missed that smart mouth of his.
"Who's she?"
"She's my girlfriend", the pale boy stated while wrapping an awkward arm around the girl's shoulder. She stared at him in disbelief.
"You're not my type", she told him as Cassiopeia suppressed a chuckle. "Well, obviously, we have a lot to talk about", Stiles followed as Agent McCall gave him a 'seriously' look.
"We should maybe take this upstairs-"
"He's my type", the girl said while pointing at Isaac who wore a small smirk on his face. An animalistic growl escaped Cassiopeia's lips as she tightened her grip around Isaac's hand.
"Back off"
"Okay, Isaac and Cas can come too"
Stiles told the FBI man as the four teenagers walked out of the kitchen and towards Scott's bedroom.
As soon as they reached the bedroom, the brunette tackled Stiles into a bone crushing hug. "Fucking dick! Don't ever do that again"
"I'll try not to get possessed again, Cas. Promise", he said with a small chuckle as she kissed his cheek over and over again.
The have him in her arms, hugging him, felt so surreal she thought she might've been dreaming.
Anyways, Meredith was an escaped Eichen House patient who's supposedly a banshee. The girl sat on Scott's bed as Cassiopeia took a seat on a chair. Her legs laid on top of Scott's desk as Isaac and Stiles stayed in front of her.
"Where's Lydia?", Stiles asked while nervously playing with his hands.
"Lydia? You mean the red haired girl?"
"Yes. Yes! Good. Progress. Now all you gotta do is tell us where she is"
"Okay....if she tells me", Meredith stated as if it was obvious while Cassiopeia mindlessly played with her phone. She was angry, annoyed and worried.
sour wolf: aiden's hurt, we're in a coyote's den.
cassiopeia: what do you mean he's hurt? what happened? i thought he was going to find kydia?
sour wolf: wolfsbane bullets. it's spreading through his body.
cassiopeia: how?! i'm finishing this shit and then i'm finding you, k?
"Listen to the silence"
"Focusing on the silence"
"Listen to the-"
"What are you guys doing?", Cassiopeia asked while looking up from her phone. The two boys were going back in forth as she felt a headache grow. They both turned to face her, Stiles slightly annoyed at Isaac and Isaac highly annoyed at Stiles.
"God, I forgot how much you guys hated each other", the brunette mumbled with a scoff. "Just let Stiles fucking deal with it"
Isaac huffed in annoyance before coming to sit next to Cassiopeia. His arms wrapped around her waist as she gave him a small smile.
Ever since she got him back, they couldn't keep their hands off of each other. They went at it like rabbits, exploring new things with each other.
"Coup de foudre", Meredith said, pulling the two lovers out of their daydream. "What does that mean? Is it Spanish?", Stiles asked while looking at the two werewolves.
"It's French"
"It's French, dumbass", both Scott and Cassiopeia said at the same time. Though her choice of word was much more colourful then his.
"I know where she is!", Scott shouted while running out of the house, though he was quickly followed by the three others. Leaving Meredith behind without a second thought.
cassiopeia: how are the twins doing?
sour wolf: not great. we're at my loft with argent. the bullets are a special kind.
cassiopeia: keep me updated on what happens. cassiopeia: what do you mean special bullets?
sour wolf: i don't know, argent's trying to figure it out.
Climbing in the back of Stiles' jeep, Cassiopeia and Isaac held hands as they drove away from the McCall house.
The brunette nervously played with Isaac's hand, fiddling with his green and white thread bracelet that matched her blue and white one.
She made them according to the other's eyes colour. Hers was blue and his was green. It was quite simple but really fucking adorable.
"You okay, man?", Stiles asked Scott who hadn't said a word since they got inside of the car.
"Yeah. Yeah, you don't have to worry about me", the Hispanic boy stated with a long sighed as Isaac rolled his eyes. "Alright, I'm going to say it. You look like you're dying"
"Isaac!"
"You're pale and you're thin, and you look like you're getting worse. We're all sitting here, thinking it. When we find the other you is it going to look like he's getting better?"
The blue eyed boy asked as Cassiopeia flicked his ear. He did not need to be brutally honest about the way Stiles looked.
"What happens if he gets hurt?"
"What do you mean? Like if he dies then do I die?", Stiles said while shaking his head. "I don't care. As long as no one dies because of me. I remember everything I did, Scott."
"I remember pushing that sword into you. I remember twisting it-"
"It wasn't you"
"Yeah, but I remember it. You guys gotta promise me, you can't let anyone else get hurt because of me", Stiles demanded as they all looked at each other before nodding their heads.
Squeezing Isaac's hand, she took in a deep breath. This was the night that would change everything.
