Chapter Four: 💙

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"I know what you are. I know what you all are." Stiles blurted out before he could stop himself.

Carlisle tensed a bit but his smile stayed perfectly in place. "I'm sorry?" 

"You...your family. Beautiful, rich, mysterious. Too good to be human...because you're not." Stiles said in a slightly accusatory tone. They hadn't done anything, and he hated the thought of sounding like a hunter, but the words came out without much of his control.

Whatever Carlisle was going to tell Stiles, whether a practiced lie or a confirmation of some sort, they were interrupted by Charlie. "Everything okay?"

"Everything is perfectly fine." Dr. Carlisle reassured Charlie. His smile was back in perfect place as he nodded to Stiles. "He was just very worried about Bella. I told him that other than a scare and some scratches, she's going to be fine. Maybe stay off of her foot for the rest of the day, but she'll be fine."

Stiles and the doctor had a brief intense silent conversation that promised a meeting sooner rather than later before Stiles turned to Charlie and apologized. "I'm sorry. I should have been out there..."

"Stiles, don't. I couldn't bear the thought of either of you getting hurt. Let's just count our blessings. And I hear your son was the true hero here, doc. Thank him for us, yeah?" Charlie told Carlisle.

Carlisle nodded, "I'll be sure to tell him. Or, maybe you can tell him yourself. Here he comes. Edward? Come say hello."

Stiles finally remembered where he saw him before. When he was fueling up at the gas station, Edward had parked across from him and reminded Stiles of Derek. Considering the situation he was in, the resemblance didn't help him at all. He could feel his heart speed up, and the similar frown on the doctor and the other teen only reinforced what he already knew.

"Stiles, you okay?" It was Charlie who asked that.

"Uh...yeah. Um, I just...we met. Sort of. Uh, I sort of ran from Edward at the gas station." Stiles commented.

Edward seemed to have inherited his father's charming smile because it decorated his face. "I don't blame you. We didn't know each other and it was a bit late and dark. You did the smart thing."

Charlie smiled at that and hugged Stiles with one arm. "His father's a sheriff and has taught him how to be safe."

Stiles huddled more into Charlie's hold. Part of him wanted to show that he wasn't scared, but another part of him told him to be sensible. He remembered his promise to his father about fitting in and being safe. Challenging an Alpha and his possible second or at least one of his betas wasn't doing that at all. Submitting into Charlie for protection would send a message that Stiles wasn't there to challenge them. Or so he hoped.

According to many like Derek, Peter, Isaac, Jackson and many others more...Stiles had a certain effect on people. The in-your-face kind that resulted in him being in detention a lot as a child.

"Anyway, we should get going. Bella's been released and we should get her home." Charlie said.

"May I wish her well?" Edward asked.

Stiles saw the slight tick in Charlie's eye and he couldn't help but smirk.

"I'll go too. I have to make sure she's alright." Stiles offered.

Charlie shot him an appreciative grin that Stiles tried to match, but he felt very tense walking next to Edward.

"We're not going to hurt you," Edward whispered.

Stiles didn't get a chance to reply because they were in Bella's room now. He zoned out so horribly, he didn't remember a word that was said. He kept his focus on Charlie and Carlisle speaking. Nurses kept passing by and their angles weren't the best, so he couldn't even try to read their lips.

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