The Lonely Life Of An Omega (Teen Wolf)

Chapter 30

Chapter 30

  The light flickers above me as the irratating sound of dogs barking finally pulls me out of unconsiousness. I slowly lift my head off the cold, hard metal. Deaton shifts his gaze from something he was working on and a genuine small appears on his face when he see's I'm awake. I let out a groan as the events of the past day come swimming back to me. "I'm so going to kill Jeff." I moan in between the pounding in my head. "Good to see your awake." He laughs. "Where is everyone?" I ask cautiously making my way onto my feet, clutching the counter for support. "Told them to go home days ago." Deaton responses. "Days! How long was I out for?" I knew my condition was bad at the time but maybe it was much worse then I thought. "Give or take 3. But don't worry, not everyone left." Immediately I understand what he was hinting at and I rush to the door. Sure enough I find Stiles laying sprawled across the waiting chairs in the hall. Dead asleep and snoring. I got to admit he looked pretty attractive when he slept. I quietly pad across the tile until I'm leaning only inches from his face. "Stiles." I whisper into his ear and he grunts in response. "Stiles, wake up." I speak a little louder and this startles him to life. He jolts awake, sending himself flying over the edge of the seat and onto the floor. "What the hell." He grumbles, whipping the sleep out of his eyes. Blinking a few times he finally sees me. "Lucy?" He scrambles to his feet and laces me into a hug before I have the chance to protest. When it becomes clear neither of us are going to break the embrace, we just stand like that for minutes, hours even. "I really thought you were gone for good this time." His voice is muffled into my shoulder but I can still hear the sorrow. "I was fine, Stiles." I pull away, finally seeing the hurt in his eyes. "No you weren't, Lucy. Ok, you were spewing black blood everywhere. In what universe does that qualify for fine?" He looks away. "I understand and I promise I won't let anything like this happen again." I try to reassure him but we both know it would very well happen again. Especially with a homisidole, werewolf hunter on the loose. "No I don't think you understand. Do you know what it feels like to loose someone, to know their never coming back?" He asks and I shake my head. Sure, I had lost my dad but he wasn't around most my life anyway. There's also the fact that he tried to kill me and the rest of my family. I didn't like to think about what happened out in those woods or what I did because it only brought back terrible memories of having to kill off the only father I had  known in this broken family. "Lucy, if you die I will literally go out of my frigging mind. You know that." He didn't think I felt the same way? If Stiles died I couldn't live with myself. He was my anchor, my savior. "If you care so much why did you avoid me for a whole week. I called, I texted asking for your help and you never came." I know Stiles loved me, but things change and so do people. I hurt him to many times to count. But lately he hadn't been his usual self ever since our run in with Hunter. There was something he was keeping from me. Although we weren't as close as before, being a friend I still trusted him to tell me when something was wrong. "Of course I care, it's just something I'd rather not talk about. If it was something important you know I would tell you." He says and I know this conversation is done. "Oh I almost forgot to give you this." He hands me the familiar necklace by its worn chain. "You must of dropped it between all the commotion of dragging you in here." I turn the pendant over in my hands. Why did I hold on to this stupid token. Time and time again the thought of throwing it out came up but every time I couldn't find a good enough reason to let it go. But I had let go, let go of Ethan. I told him to leave and never come back yet I held on to his necklace. In some ways I kept it as a reminder of how screwed up my life was, and the alpha symbol was a reminder of what I had become. "Thanks, I was really worried I had lost it." I say slipping it back over my head. "So you want to go home? Or would you prefer sleeping another night on that cold, hard table?" He asks and I roll my eyes. "Good to see nothing's changed."

  The Jeep comes to a abrupt stop at the curb. But when I look I'm surprised to find the house concealed in darkness. Not one light was visible through the dingy windows. I hadn't been in contact with my mom for days. But she reassured me that she was only going to visit a supplier in the next town over. The place still set me on end, being so empty. "If you don't want to be alone, you could stay at my place?" Stiles asks and the thought thrills me but then I have to remind myself of the fact that we're not together anymore and my mood diminishes. But friends could still hang out, couldn't they. It was merely a unconditional sleepover. Oh god, listen to myself. "Lucy?" Stiles voice breaks me from my thoughts. At first I'm confused by the questionable look he was giving me but then I realize I still hadn't gave him a answer. "If it wouldn't be a trouble then I would really appreciate that." I give him a warm smile in return. Soon we pull up to Stiles house and I find it odd there's no cruiser parked in the driveway. "Where's your dad?" I ask as I unhook my seatbelt. "Working the night shift again. He's really struggling with the recent string of murders." At the moment I only assumed it was Hunter that had caused them, never thinking to ask more. "Are you sure this is a good idea?" My question brings a hint of shock to Stiles features. "Lucy, you've been over to my house plenty of times before." He says. "You know that's not what I meant." I argue back and in response he lets out a sigh. "Your one of my best friends and just because we aren't as close as we use to be, doesn't mean I can't do you a favour from time to time?" Stiles says and I give a understanding nod. At least we were both thinking the same thing. Soon I'm staring at the light blue walls of Stiles bedroom, the room barley touched since the last time I was in it. "Are you sure you want to sleep on the floor?" He asks tossing a extra pillow to me. "Sure, I've slept on much worse. Mind you I was usually unconsience for a majority of those times." I add and a smirk forms on Stiles lips. "Well there's always the couch downstairs-" he suggested but the words spill from my mouth before I can stop myself. "NO!" I cringe at how weak I must sound when I continue. "Just no, I don't want to be alone." I finish in a barely audible whisper. "There's always the option of sleeping in my bed." He says and in response I pry the complimentary blanket from his hands and settle myself down on the wooden floorboards.

  Truth be told I might have under estimated how uncomfortable the floor really was. After two hours of nothing but staring at the celling, listening to the soft sound of Stiles snoring, I hadn't got one ounce of sleep. Finally I manage to slip into a foggy dream. At first I don't recognize where I am but eventually the Reserve slowly comes into focus. It's to dark to see anything as I stumble through the forest, blind without my heightened vision.  There's something following me, I can here the creature crashing through the bushes. But every time I turn around I only catch a glimpse of it dodging behind a tree. Then just when I think I've out ran it, I loose my footing on the root of a nearby tree. I slam onto the ground and wince when my leg twists at a unnatural angle. I can hear the deep growls getting closer and with no where to turn I start to crawl across the forest floor in a attempt to get away. I don't get very far before the thing latches onto my leg, digging its sharp claws into my ankle. I shriek out in a mix of fear and pain. "Lucy!" I scream again. "Lucy, wake up!" I jolt up, back behind the walls of Stiles room. The Reserve was gone, replaced by darkness and Stiles worried, stricken  face leaning over me. "What happened?" I ask stifling a yawn. "You were screaming." He states. "Oh," is the only thing I can think to responded with. "Are you going to tell me why?" He finally asks and before I can stop myself, tears well in my eyes. "Its just a nightmare, I have them all the time." It was always the same nightmare, played over constantly in my head every time I close my eyes. A flashback, a reminder of that night in the woods. Of my mistake. "Do you always get so rattled by them." He leans down and wipes a tear streaking down my face. "No not usually." I mumble and a awkward silence fills the room. "Lucy, just get up here already. I know you aren't getting any sleep as long as your down there." Stiles say pulling me up onto the comforter. "But-" I try to protest but he doesn't let me go any further. "Stop being stubborn and get some rest." He says turning on his back.

  Unfortunately this situation isn't any better than the last. Being so close to Stiles made me feel uncomfortable and on end. So drifting off seemed impossible in the near future. But I wasn't the only one having trouble falling asleep. "Lucy, this isn't working." He rolls back over to face me. "Tell me about it. I think I had better luck on the floor." I mumble and he shifts his gaze away from me. "I mean us. I don't think we can be friends anymore." He admits and I can practically feel my heart plummet in my chest. "If we're not friends, then what are we?" A harshness creeps into my voice. "I don't know." Not the response I was hoping for. "I'm just so afraid I'm going to loose you." Stiles settles with saying that. "Stiles, why do you think I left? I couldn't bare letting something happened to you because of me. I thought it was the only way to save you. I won't ever be able to cope with loosing the man I love." I finally let the last words out after months of holding them in. "You can't save people, you can only love them." He whispers. "And I love you, but you can't run away again Lucy. It's worse then loosing you." Stiles continues closing in the space between us on the mattress. "This is never going to work between us." I say partially distracted by how close his face had gotten to mine. "No, it's not." I barely have time to blink before Stiles soft lips are on mine. I should be pulling away but instead I lean forward, wrapping my arms around his neck. My mouth moves with his and I fall forward onto his bare chest. He grabs a fist full of my hair and I can feel his hot breath on my neck. What could have easily been described as a growl comes from deep in my throat. Stiles reaches for the hem of my tank top but something stops him. "Do you want me to take it off?" He asks and I laugh in response. "Are you seriously asking me if its ok to take my shirt off right now?" I giggle and he joins in. "Ya, I guess that was a pretty stupid question." He lifts the fabric over my head and tosses it onto the floor.

  "Stiles?" The voice pulls me from my deep sleep. I can't recognize it at first as I slowly raise my head from where it was laying on Stiles chest. "Stiles are you awake?" The man yells through the house. I turn to make contact with Stiles wide eyes. "What the hell is he doing home early." He whispers to himself. "Your dad?" I ask and he nods. "He wasn't suppose to be done his shift for two more hours. He can't come in and see us like this." The thought dawns on me that it might not be the best thing in the world for his father to come in and find Stiles sleeping with some half naked girl he had only met once. I can hear the pounding of his feet coming up the stairs and in a panic Stiles scrambles out of the bed. He throws my clothes to me and I look around for a place to hide. "Here, in the closet." Stiles opens the door and I scramble inside for cover as he closes it behind me. He just clambers back into bed as the Sheriff comes walking in. "Hey dad." He says trying not to look out of breath. "Sorry, I didn't think you would still be sleeping." He responds but I don't listen to the rest of the conversation as my phone I gripped tightly in my hand, lights up the dark closet. I look down at it expecting it to be Scott wondering where I was. Instead it's Hunter.