Arrows To Ashes ➳ Stiles Stilinski [4]

Never

"I still hate this plan," Melissa announced as she walked in wiping her tears. "I mean this is pretty significantly terrifyingly. He looks dead."

I stared down at Scott's lifeless body not saying anything.

"Give me your hand," Kiras Mom insisted and she turned to us in confusion.

"It's okay," Stiles assured her nodding.

Noshiko placed Melissa's hand on the left side of Scott's chest. And there was a slight pause.

"Wait for it," she said staring at Melissa.

Melissa gasped staring at Scott which made me jump and cling onto Stiles's hand.

"Is that enough to keep a werewolf alive?" Melissa panicked.

"Enough for an Alpha," Noshiko simply answered and I kept my eyes on Scott.

"How much time do we have?" I finally spoke up.

"Forty-five minutes."

"What happens after that?" Melissa asked.

"I bring him back the same way," Kira answered and she shook her head.

"No, I mean what happens if he stays like this longer than forty-five minutes?" Melissa questioned looking at all of us.

Oh yeah, I forgot about that bit.

"No one's told her?" Yukimura asked and we all didn't answer.

"What? What happens after forty-five minutes?" She was now turned to Stiles and me looking for an answer.

"He dies," she stated.

I felt a small chill down my neck and spine and squeezed Stiles's hand still not looking up at him. I wasn't exactly expecting a squeeze back.

I finally got the urge to speak up. "Can we now all agree that Scott's dead body lying in front of us is proof that I should come up with the plans?"

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"Don't touch that," I barked at Stiles who was fiddling around with all the weapons and drawers. "Or that."

"Is everything in here lethal?" He asked staring.

Stiles and I had gone back to the apartment with Argent to use his high-tech equipment to contact the benefactor.

I didn't visit the place much but when I needed to secure myself with weapons I didn't get a choice.

I looked and Stiles scanning him up and down. "Not everything," I smirked bending down to screw on the eyepiece the shotgun placed on the table.

"Hah funny," he gave me a sarcastic laugh. "Did I mention how I'm not gonna miss you in two days or did I forget to screw it into your nonexistent brain and don't even get me started–"

He almost screamed in fear when he was turned to see the shotgun pointed at his head.

I was practising my aim.

"Put the gun down Skyler," Argent stated already sounding tired of me.

I smiled placing it down on the table and heard Stiles let out a relieved breath.

"Don't tell me you were scared of me Stilinski?" I laughed and he shook his head.

"You, no. The really very big gun you were holding. Maybe," he said and I grin widely.