Black Webs

Fire Meet Gasoline

you're just a daydream away,
I wouldn't know what to say if I had you,
and I'll keep you a daydream away,
just watch from a safe place so
I never have to lose you

xxxxx

t e n:

S t i l e s

He spent the ride back home with his head resting against the window and his eyes closed as he replayed the kisses he shared with her in his mind like a sick drumbeat that reverberated along with his heartbeat.

By the time he got home, it was six in the evening and the skies had mostly cleared except for the occasional lingering storm cloud here and there, and the sun made its first appearance that day right before it set on schedule, peeping behind a ring of puffy pearl cloud like a glowing halo.

As he made his way to the front door of his house, his mind was on a slideshow reel of every mental picture he'd ever taken of the beautiful girl with the green eyes.

I kissed Lydia Martin today. And she agreed to a date. An actual date. With. Me. I freaking kissed her all over her face. On the mouth. Across cheekbones. Over her collarbone. Her neck. Even her earlobes.

The happy thoughts dissipated as the door opened in his face before he could even grab the spare key. The familiar face at his doorstep doused the flame of panic that arose in his chest. Scott knew where he kept his spare key for emergency situations.

It was the look on his face that troubled Stiles afterwards. Scott's face was white as a sheet, like someone had drained all the blood out of his cheeks, his brown eyes were wide as chasms with alarm, and with his mouth hanging open in fear, it wasn't difficult to tell he was absolutely shaken up. "God," Stiles muttered.

"What happened this time? Did you lose your Call of Duty CD again?"

Scott shook his head vigorously. Stiles really wasn't used to his best friend looking so terrified. "They took her," he murmured the words as if they were too difficult to get out of his system.

"What?" Stiles asked, tapping his foot hastily on reflex.

"They took Allison!"

Stiles felt his own jaw drop. "Our Allison? Where? Wait.. What happened?"

Scott grit his teeth and pressed a finger to his temple, still shuddering like a human earthquake. "I - she was on her way over to my place, and she... they had... they were invisible... but - but they had knives and I heard her scream. I was too late..."

"Hey," Stiles said soothingly, taking a step inside and guiding his friend by the shoulder. "Hey, calm down buddy. Just explain it to me using full sentences," he ushered.

Scott nodded quickly and took a deep breath, Stiles could tell his nerves were driving him nuts but he looked calm enough to be able to talk again. "I got one of her scarves, I'm going to use it to track her scent. I need back-up so can you suit up immediately?"

Stiles took a deep breath and briefly glanced at the wall clock behind Scott's head, his father would be home soon, and his limbs ached and he needed to wash up - but this was Scott's girlfriend, and that made her a priority. Stiles nodded immediately, "Of course. Of course. Give me two minutes. Alright?" Scott sighed. "Okay."

Stiles tackled Scott into an embrace before he headed to his bedroom to change. "We'll find her. I promise." Scott smiled slightly despite himself. "Oh, we definitely will. I'll move heaven and earth for her. I'll freaking bite off the heads of those... things that took her,"