Insomnia: A Teen Wolf fanfic

*Beastiary

"Angie," Stiles said, "Listen to me you don't need to worry we'll be okay we always are." I just nodded even though I don't believe him. He turned the key in the ignition and there was a sputtering noise. My memory was jogged so I jumped up turning the car off. My face dropped as I remembered Erica pulling the piece out of his car and my mcgyvering to get it up and running again. "Stiles," I said pointing out the car piece Erica took out. He looked to it bewildered as I explained, "It fell out again." "Shit," he muttered smacking the wheel. We got out as he called a tow. "It could be worse," I pointed out. "How could it be worse," Stiles asked. "You could be alone right now. It could start pouring," I listed off. "Comforting people does not seem to be your strong suit," he teased.

We sat in the mechanic shop and I went to get a Dr. Pepper. I picked it up and let my thoughts drift. I needed to distract myself from it all. Everything was becoming hectic again. It was almost as if I brought chaos with me. I closed the door back into the waiting area. A thick goop on the knob coated my fingers. Oh! Ew what the hell is this? I lifted my hand to inspect it. Stiles was back in the waiting room. "St-Stiles," I called out, but my brain wouldn't function. Wait a minute. This different. I thought I knew what it was when my muscles started to lock up, but this intensity? I'm not so sure anymore. I collapsed. "Angie," Stiles called, falling as well. We both looked at the giant lizard hand on top of the lowering car jack. As Stiles tried to call out to the mechanic I tried to remember what the name was. It was on the tip of my tongue.

My eyes darted back to see Stiles struggle to dial 911. Despite all my struggling I couldn't move. The dispatch officer came through. "This is Angela McCall I'm at the gas station on Main street. I think the mechanic is dead," I said my voice shaking. They stayed on the line and Stiles finally started shifting. He finished the conversation as I tried to focus on moving. My finger lifted sending the shooting pain of pins and needles in a wave across my entire body. I winced pulling myself up. I slumped against the wall Stiles was sitting at. The pins and needles crashed through my body in waves, from any muscle that started to move in even the slightest bit. "Stiles are you okay," I asked shakily after I groaned in pain when I kicked my leg out. "I'm fine," he answered. I nodded and pushed myself to sit up. I grabbed the soda and opened the Dr. Pepper. "Seriously," he asked. "What? I'm a little parched after being paralyzed. Sue me," I jeered. He texted Scott and my head hurt. He shifted closer and I glanced over as we were both leaning towards each other to stay propped up.

The façade faltered as the scent of blood hit my nose again. Stiles could have been in there. He could have gotten hurt. The old anger I had towards him had completely died out. Even at our worst I couldn't imagine the world without him. Tears clouded my vision and I took a deep breath looking to the ceiling. I will not cry. We're fine everything is fine. I looked to Stiles as his fingers laced through mine. He looked ahead as if he hadn't noticed. I gave his hand a squeeze and rested my head on his shoulder as his thumb grazed my knuckles. We sat in silence and waited for the police. Stiles shook my shoulder a bit as he shared the cops had arrived. Not a second later did my ears process their sirens. We pulled ourselves to our feet and walked out. I could hear the story Stiles shared and sipped my Dr. Pepper, drinking it to bide time before I answered. "What happened," they asked putting the blanket on my shoulders and I didn't reply. "What happened," the deputy asked again. "I was getting a drink and then Stiles and I walked in to see the car jack had landed on the guy and he passed out at the sight of the blood while dialing 911," I said lying, but keeping a steady pulse and only changing it to parts that would regularly flux. I wouldn't put it past Beacon Hills to have supernaturals on their law enforcement's payroll. "Okay call a ride we'll have you file a statement tomorrow," he stated. I nodded and handed the shock blanket back.

"Are you okay," Stiles asked walking over. "I'm fine Stiles. Did you call Scott," I asked. "Yeah," he replied. We stood in silence and he opened his mouth to speak. He seemed to decide against it as Scott pulled in driving mom's car. As soon as we had entered the vehicle Scott asked, "Did you see it?" "Yeah it's eyes were reptilian," Stiles said pausing. He seemed to cut himself off. Scott looked confused being he must have realized the same observation about Stiles. "It was a giant, pissed off lizard that creates a paralytic goop to stun it's prey and the things that might get in the way," I explained trying to bide more time. "The thing is, you know when you see a friend in a halloween costume and you can recognize their eyes behind the mask," Stiles asked. "Are you saying you know who it is," Scott asked. "No, I think it knew me," he corrected. "It didn't know me," I pointed out. "So it's someone that knows Stiles, but not you," Scott said as we drove. I shrugged quietly and watched the town fly past outside my window.