Touch | Lydia Martin

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ꜱᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴇᴇɴ

"That was my best friend you just tried to choke, you kinky prick."

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Sheriff and the real Stiles turn around when they hear a motorbike engine shut off behind them, instantly spotting Charlotte and Scott getting off the bike.

"That single handedly had to be one of the most scariest yet most excited part of my life." Charlotte speaks up, her eyes wide with excitement.

"Riding a motorbike?" Sheriff asks her with a small smile.

"No. Running over some dude who didn't wait for the red light." Charlotte shakes her head, quickly walking over to Stiles.

"Is that your fly swatter- hey!" Stiles yelps when Charlotte whacks Stiles on the head with her weapon.

"Bitch!" Stiles gasps dramatically, making Charlotte smile sadly, now knowing that Stiles is back for the time being.

"That's why you brought that thing..." Scott trails in realisation.

"You're a dumbass." Charlotte tells him.

"So are you!" Stiles argues, a small smirk on his face when Charlotte looks at him in mock offence.

"I know that already, Condom Carrier. But that's overall. I meant for putting yourself in Eichen House... you fucking dumbass." Charlotte defends.

"How many is that now?" Stiles asks thoughtfully, making Charlotte playfully roll her eyes and flip him off.

"Why didn't you tell us?" Scott asks Stiles.

"Because we wanted to avoid something like this..." Sheriff gestures between the werewolf and Charlotte.

"But that happens everyday." Charlotte and Stiles tell the adult simultaneously.

"And plus, it's only seventy two hours." Stiles shrugs.

"What?" Charlotte asks her best friend exasperatedly.

"You do know that this is the same place Barrow came from? You know? The guy who had a tumour inside him with flies?" Scott raises his eyebrows in question, making the Sheriff sigh.

"You don't know everything yet-" Scott starts.

"I know enough. I know about the Nogitsines, Kitsunes, Oni or whatever the hell they're called." Sheriff scoffs.

"That's... actually surprisingly accurate." Stiles hums in an impressed manner.

"Well done, Mr. Stilinski." Charlotte hums with a smile.

"Scott, I saw an MRI that looked exactly like my wife's. And that's terrified me. And I'm gonna head down to LA tomorrow to talk to a specialist." Sheriff tells him.

"Then why is he going in here?" Scott asks incredulously.

"Yeah, stay with me. I finally got the last Star Wars on DVD the other day and we have yet to have another marathon." Charlotte turns to Stiles with furrowed eyebrows.

"You're not making this easier." Stiles sends the Lynx a look.

"That's means my plans working..." Charlotte mumbles a little too loudly, making Stiles squint his eyes a little.

"I mean, I'm sorry." Charlotte clears her throat awkwardly.

"So, are you staying with me and ditching your dumbass plan?" Charlotte asks her best friend excitedly.

"No, Arlo. I'm not." Stiles shakes his head with a sigh, instantly making Charlotte's face drop.

"Stiles? Do you remember when we were trapped inside the school because of Peter and I said that you should be sent to Eichen House?" Charlotte asks tearfully, making Stiles smile sadly and nod.