gracella has one task. one. befriend stiles stilinski, use him to threaten scott mccall. but she doesn't know how persuasive he can be with those he cares about. and boy, does he care about her.
(stiles stilinski x oc)
(teen wolf)
(season 3a-3b)
(b...
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Grace woke up the following day and was fine.
If the normal definition of fine was coughing up blood for a week afterward then she was totally okay.
She couldn't bring herself to go back to school. She couldn't do it. Not when she would be at her locker and constantly reminded of the times when Aiden would sneak up on her and scare her before moving to his locker right next to hers.
She couldn't be in the vicinity of the school for a while, and it was something most people completely understood, especially Stiles. He was there for her for a while. And in most ways, she was also there for him.
She would sneak into his room, knowing that his dad had placed him on 'house arrest' wanting to keep him for a little longer after... everything. She helped him take down the murder board and clean up his room.
She would also just lay there with him in silence, wanting to not be alone. She liked him a lot, but it wasn't the time for that. Not while grieving two losses and Stiles still grieving himself in multiple ways after seeing himself combust into ash.
Stiles was also dealing with everything he did as Void. No matter how much she reassured him it wasn't his fault, it wouldn't take the guilt off of him. He remembered mentally torturing her, shooting coach, and twisting the sword in Scott. He remembered it all, and he was guilty.
But, at least she knew it wasn't his fault. That was what mattered to him in a way. She didn't blame him, so he was a bit easier on himself.
Their first happy activity involved Malia.
Grace loved Malia. This werecoyote had taken over her heart in the short time she'd known her. All the comments she made about being a coyote really captured Grace and she was determined to be Malia's best friend.
The brunette was appreciative of the blonde taking her under her wing. It made her feel like she did truly belong with these people who helped h- saved her.
Grace picked Malia up from her first day of school, wincing as she remembered the events that had transpired there, but she shook it off. She drive her to Scott's home, where he and Stiles were already waiting for them.
The first order of business were the claws. Scott was showing her how to control them at will, the hand flicking down to brandish the claws with a click.
She did the same, willing them into existence, but with no results. She sighed, almost defeated.
"It's okay," Scott reassured as he glanced at Stiles and Grace. She had her hand in the crook of her elbow and her head on his shoulder. He was knocking his knee with hers every so often, making her slightly smile.
"Don't think too much about it," Scott told her. "Just try to let it happen."
Malia took a glance at Grace who was already grinning at her. Malia closed her eyes and flicked her arm from her should to her waitlist, and as soon as she heard the click, she knew she had done it.
She opened her eyes and Grace started to cheer slightly. Malia turned to them, waving her claws slightly too close to Stiles's face, making him fall back.
"I am so sorry," She said as she laughed and held her wrist in glee.
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Grace was standing in her room with her laundry basket, starting her clothes in her closet. She pulled out the dress she had worn the previous week while battling Void.
She frowned at it, seeing a large red stain pool over the entire neckline and parts of the waist.
She heard a knock on her open door and turned to see her older sister coming into her room, her favorite scrubs on with a white cardigan over them.
"Blood?" She asked, pointing at the dress.
"Paint," Grace rolled her eyes as she put it on her desk, determining that she would try and salvage it later.
"Bullshit," She chuckled. "I actually had a question for you," Colbie walked to sit on her bed.
"Shoot," She said, continuing her chore.
"Do we know anyone from Virginia?" Colbie asked her as she pulled out her phone.
"Not that I know of, why?" Grace asked, throwing a shirt at Colbie that didn't belong in her closet, but somehow got mixed in with her laundry.
"A number called me last week when the Oni hit the hospital," She admitted. Colbie hadn't told anyone, until then. She tried to figure it out by herself before doing anything, but she came up with no results. "Told me to go to the hospital, said it was under attack."
"That's weird," Grace said, scrunching her nose. "How would someone in Virginia know?"
"That's my question," She sighed, checking her phone for the time. "Well, I have to go, my shift starts in twenty."
"Yeah, I'll let you know if find something out," Grace smiled at her, going back to rearranging her closet.
Colbie exited her room and went downstairs to the kitchen that was connected to their living room area.
"Takeout money on the counter!" She yelled up to her sister, putting forty dollars on the counter.
"Thanks, Mom!" Her younger sister yelled back. It warmed her heart to know that she had cared for her sister enough for her to even joke like that.
Colbie loved her sister more than words could describe, especially now. Grace was more herself than she had been in the last six months she'd been staying with her. The older sister had a sneaking suspicion it was due to the Sheriff's boy, but when she would bring it up, Grace would skillfully change the topic.
Colbie had finally gotten in her car after going down the elevator and exiting the lobby. She opened the driver-side door and entered. She placed her purse on the floorboard of the passenger seat and took off the sun blocker, placing it in the backseat. Turning the keys in the ignition, she felt the car wobble slightly.
If she didn't have the family she did, she would just consider her car to be old, but she did have that family. So she checked the rearview mirror to see a man wearing black slacks and a baby blue dress shirt in the back seat.
His dark hair was slightly messy and his sleeves were pushed up to his elbows. His arms were propped up on the seats as if his arms were around them. Colbie, who was at first scared, looked into the brown eyes and chuckled softly.
