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 all we know, all we know, the hurricane." ---
Sometime after getting Scott's dad to the hospital, going back for Stiles, going to the school to get my truck, and filling Stiles in on everything that had happened while he had been sleeping, I crashed on the floor of Scott's bedroom. I woke up around ten o'clock to find that I was still in my clothes, and instead of heading for my house, I texted Mom I was sleeping over a friend's, went out to grab my emergency bag from my car, changed into the pajamas I had in there, and fell right back to sleep on the floor.
After filling Stiles in and before falling asleep the first time, I also managed to snag a copy of Scott's economics notes, because he's been doing well and I'm close to failing.
I'm curled up in a makeshift sleeping bag on Scott's bedroom floor, with Scott laying across his bed soundly, both of us sleeping peacefully.
"Don't lose him."
My eyes open as I hear my own voice recite those three words. I knit my brow, eyes focusing in the darkness of the room, trying to figure out if that was real or just part of a dream.
"Don't lose him."
Stronger now, it makes me sit up on, slamming my hand to my forehead with the intensity it brings.
"Don't lose him."
"Damn it," I mutter, shading my eyes with my hand as pain radiates behind them, throbbing like it does when I have a headache.
My phone starts to buzz near my pillow and I groan, removing my hand from my eyes as I grab for it, figuring its Liam or Lydia. But, looking at the caller ID, I find that it's Stiles.
Frowning curiously, I yawn and press the accept button. "Stiles?" I ask quietly. I expect to hear his voice, but I get no reply. "Stiles?" Again, no answer. I sit up straighter, a stream of panic shooting through me. I can hear heavy breathing, but that's it. "Stiles? You there?"
"Ainsley?" His voice is broken and terrified.
I stand up, adjusting my striped sweatpants and purple tank top before padding over to Scott's bed. "Yeah, I'm here," I tell him. "Are you okay? Can you hear me?" I shake Scott awake and push the speaker phone button. Scott seems confused at first, but I point to the phone, illuminating my worried face.
"Ainsley, I don't know where I am. I don't know how I got here. I think I was sleepwalking."
"Stiles, I have Scott here, too," I tell him.
"Hey, man," Scott says gently. "Okay, um, can you see anything? Just tell us what you see?"
"Uh, it's dark. It's hard to see. I think there's something wrong with my –"
