𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐑 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐁𝐘, 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟 𝐱 𝐭𝐯𝐝

- ²⁷ IN WHICH HOW IS THE WERE-JAGUAR THE ONLY PERSON ANYONE CAN TRUST?

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* chapter twenty seven ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

❛ the one in which how is the were-jaguar the only person anyone can trust ? ❜

"DO YOU THINK HE'S DREAMING IN THERE?" HOPE STILINSKI ASKED HER BROTHER FROM WHERE SHE WAS SAT ON ONE OF THE COUNTERS. They were in the morgue-room where Scott's currently temporarily 'dead' body was resting, waiting for the others to get back about news on the roof. From the way Chris Argent had warned them, things were about to get inevitably messy, just as she'd predicted, "I mean, do you think he knows he's 'dead'?"

"He's not dead...we can still hear his heartbeat. He's just in a deep subconscious that could possibly, but also possibly not, allow him to dream." Stiles murmured as he paced back and forth, chewing on his fingernails anxiously. His hair was ruffled from his stress and his hands were covered in blisters, caused by the excessive rubbing together of his palms.

Hope shrugged, "I don't know if I'd want to dream...or have an awareness of it."

"Why not?" He murmured curiously, "Noshiko said the dreams depend on the person. They could be good or bad."

"I wouldn't bet on the fact I'd have a good dream, Stiles. And I wouldn't wanna be trapped in a bad one without any way of getting out of it." Her voice was lighthearted, and she forced that familiar sarcasm to slip from her tongue, "I mean, I guess mine would be about clowns...or the deep ocean...and imagine being trapped underwater in the darkness at night with absolutely no way home...I think I'd snap."

"Well Scott's a lot stronger than you..." It was true; both mentally and physically, Scott always seemed more composed than the two of them, which made Hope question daily whether the enhanced werewolf healing stretched beyond concrete wounds, "And I don't think he fears open water."

"You never know. I bet if we asked Peter what his worst fear was, he'd say it was nothing because he was the monster or whatever shit...but really he's afraid of snakes or something so human it's embarrassing." Her eyebrows furrowed together as she leaned back on the counter so she was staring at the ceiling, "I wonder what Derek's would be."

"Probably having his beard shaved off." Stiles commented.

Hope shivered in agreement, "I can't imagine him without a beard."

Despite their small tangent on fears, Stiles still couldn't seem to calm down. Hope understood; there was a lot more riding on this than just discovering who the benefactor is. Scott's life was on the line, as well as the lives of many other people, like the people who were in the hospital, looking for said monster without any true protection or a plan, or the people whose names had been written on the deadpool in the first place. It was a lot of pressure for one person, and yet Stiles had decided to shoulder all of the responsibility in the absence of his best friend.

"Come on...come on...Answer the phone...Answer the phone, Argent! Come on, Argent...answer the phone..." Stiles stopped pacing when nothing happened and he groaned, looking at his phone exasperatedly. Hope slid off the counter to stop him from throwing it on the ground, because they could not afford that on top of everything else. "Why are you not answering the phone?"

As if by some miracle, Chris then chose that exact moment to step into the room, almost rushing with the determination lacing his body. Hope's shoulders dropped in relief, but they tensed instantly when the person who followed after him wasn't a member of the pack like she'd originally thought.