Teen Wolf One-Shot Collection: Volume One

23. Black and White

AU: Allison, Boyd, and Erica are not dead
TW: Manipulation, SA, ED, Poor Mental Health, Nogitsune Trauma.
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Stiles: 18
Boyd: 19
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February 13th, Friday
3:10 AM

Stiles had been worrying everyone lately. They knew the Nogitsune was gone, but Stiles showed the symptoms two years later. They all thought it was harmless or just his mental health. That all changed on Friday the 13th. Honestly, everyone had let their guard down because it had been weeks since Stiles slept walk last.

Boyd didn't know why Stiles was calling him in the middle of the night. They never spoke. Stiles annoyed the shit out of Boyd, and the two packs were at odds after Allison and Derek started seeing each other.

"I still think you should be calling Scott..." Boyd mumbled as his heart pounded. Stiles was frantic and distraught. He cringed every time he heard Stiles heaving for breath from losing his breath sobbing. "Stiles, tell me what you see. Where did you say you were?" Boyd tried to stay calm. "Slower... It's okay. It's okay, I will find you..." Boyd said, trying to catch his scent. Sometimes the boy's scent would be incredibly distracting, and others, he could barely catch it. Luckily, this was a distracting night.

"I-I-I don't know. I think someone put me to hear," He gasped for breath, trying to flutter his eyes open, but they seemed swollen shut. "Please hurry, Boyd... D-Don't tell Scotty," He sniffled and chattered his teeth as he trembled in feat.

"Breathe for me... okay?" Boyd said, running through the woods, following Stiles' scent as he tried to help Stiles catch his breath. "Stiles, can you see anything?"

"I don't know... M-My eyes are so blurry. I see l-light coming through somewhere," he gasped through the pain, "I-It's like small slivers of light," He cried.

"Like Lockers? Are you in a locker?" Boyd asked as he followed the scent onto the Lacrosse field.

"Y-Yeah, I think so," He breathed as Boyd found the door to the locker room and busted the lock. He ran out into the hallways.

"Okay, Um... I know where you are, but the scent is too strong for me to decide where you are. Talk for me?" Boyd asked.

"Help!" He sobbed, and Boyd quickly turned right and onto the second floor. He widened his eyes when he saw the wall of lockers knocked down onto the floor. He didn't know how Stiles could see the light coming into the locker since it was face-down on the floor. He must be running out of breath.

"Okay, Stiles, brace," Boyd said, tossing the phone to the side. Hearing Stiles in the middle of the lockers, he tried to tone out Stiles screaming in pain as he lifted a wall of 30 lockers back up to the wall. Boyd widened his eyes as he found what locker Stiles was in... it wasn't because it was number'666'... it was because it was Boyd's locker for all four years of high school. He ripped the lockout of the socket and opened the locker, audibly gasping when he saw Stiles' state.

Stiles was covered in bruises. He looked nearly emaciated. Stiles fell into Boyd's arms, crying and shivering. He realized he was naked when he felt the fresh air on him. "Boyd, don't..." He whimpered just before Boyd raised his head and howled for every wolf in the town to come for backup.