RENEGADE | "You wouldn't be the first renegade to need somebody." - Big Red Machine
In which Ainsley Dunbar transfers to a new school and learns secrets about her new friends, her town, and herself.
Teen Wolf
Seasons One to Six
Stiles Stilinski x O...
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"It's a thief in the night to come and grab you. It can creep up inside you and consume you. A disease of the mind, it can control you; it's too close for comfort." ---
I roll over in bed, trying to get comfortable, when I feel that something is off. I open my eyes, blinking a few times to adjust to the darkness in the room, the only light coming from the slats of blinds letting streams of moonlight in. My eyes shift down toward the end of the bed, finding that Stiles is sitting up, elbows on his knees and hands folded, back rising and falling with shallow breaths.
"You okay?" I ask curiously as I sit up, pushing some blonde hair behind my ears. My gray t-shirt has gotten twisted all over my body, so I mess with it until it's sitting right against me. I place a hand on Stiles' arm, rubbing it comfortingly. Stiles doesn't answer, prompting me to ask, "Stiles?"
"Yeah," he answers. "I was just dreaming." I tilt my head as he looks over at me, nodding. "It was weird – it was like a dream within a dream."
I frown curiously. "A nightmare?"
"Yeah," Stiles answers. He grasps my hand, intertwining our fingers, and I smile at the action, glancing back up at him. His brow is knit and he's looking at me with questions in his eyes. "Wait a second...Ainsley, what are you doing here?"
"What do you mean?" I ask quietly, shaking my head.
Before Stiles can answer, his bedroom door squeaks open. My eyes immediately snap toward it, a horrible, sinking feeling arising in my stomach. Stiles looks over at it as well, and gently places his hand over mine, muttering, "Hang on," as he starts to get up.
"Stiles, where are you going?" I ask him, eyes glancing between the door and him.
"I'm just gonna close the door," Stiles replies.
Using all of my strength, I attempt pull him back down to the pillows, saying, "Just go back to sleep."
"No, no, I should close it," Stiles mutters softly in return.
"Don't worry about it," I try again, not wanting him to go near the door.
"What if someone comes in?" Stiles questions, standing up.
"Like who?" I ask in reply as he starts to slowly approach the door. "Just go back to sleep, Stiles."
"No," he whispers. "But what if they get in?"
"What if who gets in?" I ask desperately. He doesn't answer – just keeps walking toward his bedroom door. I let my hysteria grow as I plead, "Stiles, just leave it. Please, Stiles." I get nothing but silence on his end as he continues toward the door. "Stiles, come back to bed." His hand reaches for the doorknob and I panic. "Stiles, please." He opens the door and I shout out hysterically, "Don't, Stiles! Don't! Don't go in there, please don't! Please, Stiles, don't!"
