water pressure | teen wolf

five | dunbar sibling bonding time

"bring your love baby I could bring my shame, bring the drugs baby I can bring my pain."

-the weeknd, "wicked games"

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When Brett said that he was taking Lennon to a party after the lacrosse game, she didn't think he meant a veterinarians office.

"Stiles," she whispered as she sat in the backseat of the baby blue jeep with Brett's head in her lap.

Said boy looked at the rearview mirror and tapped on his steering wheel. "Yeah? He's not dying, is he? I don't think I can get the smell of death out of my car. . ." Lennon felt tears well up in her eyes and she looked at Stiles horrified. Stiles started to shake his head, "No, no, don't cry. Please don't cry. Uh, Brett, yeah, he's going to be okay."

Lennon nodded and refused to let any of her tears fall. "So, why are we going to a vet's office with a werewolf?"

"Deaton is an emissary," Stiles said. He saw the confused look on Lennon's face and sighed, running a hand over his face. "And you don't know what that is. Okay, so --"

"Stiles, we're here."

"Right, let's go."

Derek Hale, who Stiles called on the way to the vets, was also a werewolf and he helped carry in a seizing Brett.

Holding Brett on a table while he was spitting up a yellow substance was not Lennon's cup of tea. She was holding down his shoulders while Derek and Stiles got his arms. Stiles attempted to still the teenager, "What the hell is happening to this kid?"

Deaton walked around the three, "He's been poisoned by a rare wolfsbane. I need to make an incision and you need to hold him as still as possible."

"Hey, Derek, how about a little werewolf strength?" Stiles panted.

Lennon rapidly nodded, "That would be awesome."

Aiden shook his head and chuckled from behind Deaton, "You need to work out more, Lenny."

"Yeah, I'm not the only one here with werewolf strength."

"If you can't hold him still, the incision might kill him," Deaton said as he positioned the scalpel on Brett's chest.

Stiles looked between the three, "He's slipping. I don't think I can hold him."

Brett's honey, gold eyes opened and he pushed the four back. Stiles grabbed Lennon to protect her from running into the cabinets and, instead, pulled her into his chest and ran his back into a tray table. He shakily stood up with Lennon's help. "Ah!"

The Talbot boy stood up and as he turned to the door, Peter Hale punched him in the face; effectively knocking the kid out. Lennon grabbed Stiles' arm and allowed the boy to push her behind him. They watched as Peter's bright blue eyes turned back to their normal shade.