Fragile (Teen Wolf/Stiles Stilinski)

Chapter 10

(Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf, any of it's characters, or any elements of its story-line. I do own Faye, her story-line, and any characters or elements that I choose to add in.)

A/N: Hey guys! just wanted to let you know that I've officially cast Faye as Sophie Turner from GOT! I know that this picture is not her natural hair color, but when I saw it I immediately saw Faye, so it's been done! Let me know what you guys think, or if you know anyone who you think would fit the role better. K that's it, enjoy the chapter!

Chapter 10: Faye's POV

Stiles left Scott's, sorry, OUR house about five minutes ago, his nose mummified in a considerable amount of gauze. I did the best that I could with that thing, and considering the amount of resources that were on hand, I think that I did a pretty damn god job. Sure, from a medical standpoint, I basically just slapped a wad of bandages on Stiles' face, nothing fancy.

I don't know what happened, something just clicked when I saw the blood dripping from his nose. Yeah, yeah, shut up, I'm not some saint all of a sudden. I just happen to know what steps to take when someone beats you bloody.

Don't. Fucking. Ask.

"What?!" I heard Scott exclaim in panic from upstairs. What the hell was that? He must be on the phone or something.

"Scott?"

No answer.

"Scott?"

Still no answer, but I could hear some weird panting noises coming from his room.

Time to investigate. 

"Detective Faye McCall on the case..." I muttered to myself, strutting over to the bottom of the staircase.

I was about to begin my cautious ascent when something made me freeze in my tracks. A pair of bright red eyes appeared at the top of the stairs, boring into mine, unblinking, unwavering. They most certainly belonged to Scott, but still I took a few steps back.

All I wanted to do was make a beeline for the front door, which was only a few feet behind me, and scream until my lungs were raw. But for all I know, Scott could need my help. What if he's sick, or hurt, and my eyes are just playing tricks on me? Well, what are the other possibilities here?

Possibility #1: Scott has had red eyes this entire time and I never noticed because I wasn't looking hard enough.

Possibility #2: Scott has invested in some groovy new red contact lenses and wants to know what I think of them.

Possibility #3: Scott has been possessed by a demon and is currently in a trance of evil.

"Scott, what's up? You good?" My voice came out shaky, but I stood my ground. This might be something I can deal with.

A soft, nearly inaudible voice came from the figure, but it was much deeper and more gravelly than Scott's. In fact, whatever he said was so soft that I couldn't understand him.

"What did you just say?" My voice cracked this time, my heart rate jumping considerably from unsettled to extremely apprehensive.

The eyes blinked slowly, once, twice, a third time, before repeating slightly louder, "...run...".

Well fuck me in the ass, I definitely heard Scott that time. This shit is getting seriously terrifying, and I am not about to die right now. Although, he was still pretty quiet, so maybe I misunderstood.

"Run? Is that what you just said, did you just tell me to run?!" I squeaked.

Like a murderous gymnast, Scott's hulking form jumped from the top step, covering the length of the staircase a single horrifying leap. I shrieked, falling to the floor and shuffling away until my back hit the fridge, my lungs seizing in fear. If my eyes could have widened anymore, I swear the lids would've torn.