Still ▸ Teen Wolf [Book Two]

fifty seven ; building a tragedy

Everyone go wish both Kayla's (KazzaJozzy and -avalanches) happy birthday! It's a bit late because of how long I procrastinated writing this chapter, but I give you my wishes nonetheless! As far as the chapter goes, it's definitely not one of my favorites and I just was eh the whole time. I think I may just be having a mental breakdown over writing Sage in Eichen House any longer. I'm so ready for her to get the hell out so that she can have scenes with more people. Literally, she's stuck in a conversation with Malia and Stiles. I was barely able to add a small Brunski chat last chapter, but I just hate the fact that I can't make the stretches of her character like I normally do with extra scenes. I promise that the next few chapters after this will be ten times better because only four episodes left, omg.

Also, fun fact because I was thinking about this today: did you know that, if Isaac had come back at any point between season four and five, Sage and him would have eventually gotten together? Stiles and Sage wouldn't have originally been endgame. (Which, obviously, they more than likely are now given the lack of her gentle giant.) Just wanted to let all of you low key Sisaac shippers that I did not ruin the chance of our favorite OTP getting together, Jeff Davis did. (SONG OF THE CHAPTER: White Noise by PVRIS.)

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FIFTY SEVEN;

BUILDING A TRAGEDY

"Stiles, you've got to wake up."

Sage repeated the words for what seemed like the dozenth time, grabbing at the thrashing arm of the teenage boy in front of her to try and shake him awake to no avail. Malia had finally managed to get the door to Stiles' containment room open after five minutes of struggling to find his scent and another three to actually convince the werecoyote she had enough strength in her body to, not only bruise the blonde's jaw efficiently, but open up a sealed door. It was an excessive process that took too long; clearly, long enough for Brunski to drug Stiles into a sleep that was nearly impossible to wake him up from. Even worse, this was not the first time that she has found herself struggling to wake Stiles from the slumber of his demented mind. Unlike last time, the home that Stiles lived in within the girl's heart had been replaced with a void he could not contain. This was a permanent hell that not even those that meant the most to him could get him out of.

Sage shifted her cold hand from Stiles' burning arm to his face, already beginning to sense the impatience that Malia was having towards getting caught breaking into an area like this. "Stiles. I really need you to wake up. Like, right now, Sleeping Beauty. Come on. Stiles, wake up."

She placed her other hand on his face, squeezing gently as she lifted his head up so that he wasn't twisting and turning on the ground any more. The moment that she did, a heavy gasp emitted through the air as if the blonde's touch pulled him from the inanimate nightmare he was facing. Stiles set into panic very quickly, a cry falling through his lips before Sage was able to place a hand over his mouth to keep him quiet. Her cool skin had silenced him, along with a few hushed pleads that barely went noticed as the teenage boy kept his light brown eyes on the bright green ones that the girl in front of him wore with concern. Just like she remembered, there was a moment of remembrance to when they had been in this exact same position only a few weeks ago. There was a different way that he looked at her this time. She could not tell if it hurt or helped to see it, either.

Malia, who had been watching the scene with the same intensity to understand, took a step forward so that her appearance was known to Stiles. "We really need to go."