fade #2 (Stiles Stilinski)

Epilogue

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Concentrate." Demanded Deaton, "You're strong enough now. You can easily tap into the skinwalker if you simply take the time to breathe and think."

I sighed heavily, shutting my eyes once more. Attempting to open them as well as easily sprout claws from my fingers and fangs from my canines. But, nothing.

"You don't need a pointless pin. It's not important. What's important is that you can shift without having to rely on something as silly as an old pin. Concentrate."

I exhaled with annoyance, tightening my fists. My mind aimlessly wandering towards my friends.

Scott could do it, Scott could control it. And if he could, than there wasn't a reason as to why I couldn't either. I'm merely not believing in myself. As stupid as that sounds. If you seriously want or need something, part of you has to seriously believe that you can actually accomplish it.

My thoughts then trailed to my father. He had gone through the same thing I had, from what I know. It's in my blood, so once again, there isn't a reason why I cannot do this.

With confidence, I opened my eyes. The familiar sharper row of teeth fulfilling my mouth as well as gnarled claws sprouting from my fingernails.

As I studied my body further, I took notice of the sudden lack of white fur, as well as missing numerous characteristics of the wolf I usually turned into.

"What is happening to me?" I spoke bluntly. Glancing at the metal operation table, in which vaguely held my reflection. My transformation now looking more like Scott's.

"You're getting stronger." Replied Deaton, "Soon, taking down a werewolf won't be as hard as anticipated. It just takes time, you might even be able to heal."

I rose an eyebrow, "How much time?"

Deaton shrugged, pursing his lips, "It depends on the skinwalker. But, I have a feeling that it won't take long."

•~•~•

"Okay–we can do this. We can totally do this." I muttered to myself, inspecting the numerous ingredients laid out in front of me on the granite counter.

"I don't understand." Stiles' voice rang from my living room couch, "why can't we just go out and buy a cake?"

"Because, homemade cakes are always better." I concluded, "And Allison deserves to know my excellent baking skills, especially on her birthday."

"I hear Allison likes cookie cake. We can go out and get a giant cookie cake that Stiles may or may not eat all of."

I rolled my eyes, turning to face the pondering boy, "Get up and help me bake this thing."

Stiles plucked himself from his sitting position, reluctantly scrambling over to where I was placed.

"Are we making chocolate? Please tell me it's chocolate."

"It's chocolate." I nodded my head, lifting up a can of cocoa powder.

Stiles grinned madly, fist pumping the air, "God bless."

"Alright, so all you need to do is grab me a big bowl." I smiled, clasping my palms together. "They're in the bottom drawer."

My boyfriend nodded his head, retrieving the large silver bowl and placing it on the counter, proceeding to wander over towards the list of ingredients.

"I'll get the flour." He concluded, making his way to my cabinet and beginning to reach for the flour on the highest shelf.

My eyes widened, me hastily rushing over towards Stiles and putting my hands out.

"Wait! Don't pull on the–"

But, it was too late. For Stiles had accidentally pulled something out from underneath the flour. Unfortunately, resulting in the white powder toppling from the highest shelf and exploding all over us. The both of us looking as if we took a voluntary swim in the white substance.

"Stiles. I'm going to kill you." I stated slowly, along with a large white cloud spewing from my lips.

As for Stiles, he was doubled over in laughter. The sound of his hardy voice radiating off the walls, the pale boy collapsed on the floor clutching his white stomach.

"This is so not funny." I sighed, wiping some excess flour from my face, "Now we can't make a cake for Allison."

Stiles waisted no time before springing up from the hard wood floor, his hands clasped together as if he was praying, "Can we get a cookie cake now?"

I groaned loudly, patting my clothes as endless white powder emitted from my T-shirt, "Did you do that on purpose? Was this your plan all along?"

"Nope. Just a freakishly amazing coincidence. Now let's go." Said the powdered boy, lacing our fingers together and beginning to haul me out the door.

"Stiles, if you haven't noticed, we both look like snowmen."

"There is no time to clean off, a cookie cake is waiting for me." He stated, grabbing his keys that he left on the coffee table and disappearing from my house.

I simply shrugged, giving my clothes one last pat before grabbing my phone and wallet, vanishing my home as well.

•~•~•

"Best. Birthday. Ever." Chuckled Allison, chomping onto a slice of frosted cookie cake. Scott, Lydia, Stiles, and I nodded along with her, mimicking her action.

Of course, Allison and Scott were not on the best of terms, but it really wasn't an issue. For the hunter avoided all and any eye contact with him, Scott knowing that he was suppose to give her well needed space.

I'm not saying it wasn't hard, for we were all huddled together in my petite living room. But, it was okay due to the fact that we were sprawled across my carpet in the dark. Numerous movies continuing to play in front of us as we were all equipped with cookie cake, pizza, and a lemonade. All taking a moment to enjoy the non-supernatural section of our lives.

Lydia was placed in my dark green lazy boy, painting her toenails a bright red while she struggled to multitask and shove a piece of cheese pizza through her neon pink lips. Most likely attempting to forget about the fact that her ex-boyfriend had moved all the way to London. I adored how she was known as such a girl and looked as if she would only dine on salads. But, in reality, she was munching on a box of greasy pizza. How perfect was that?

As for Scott, his eyes were glued onto the movie screen, and had probably downed at least four slices of pepperoni pizza so far. And not close to stopping. And from time to time, he would let out a loud laugh or comment on how unrealistic the movie was. How ironic, due to the fact that he grows fangs and claws.

Stiles and I were lounging on my couch. His hand wrapped around my shoulders as I lay in the crook of his neck. A huge smile plastered about his face that he simply couldn't defuse. But, mine mocked his expression. Extremely happy as to how our relationship had beautifully blossomed. I was so in love with him, it was actually funny. I wasn't aware about a year ago that I could form a bond with someone that was this strong and durable. And, I definitely had absolutely no intentions of ending our relationship anytime soon.

Allison laid on the couch beside Stiles and I. The immensely required birthday cone placed upon her head as the second box of cookie cake rested beside her. She would converse with me from time to time but mainly focused on the movie. Probably figuring out as to what she would do this entire summer away with her father. But, she would come back after a month or two.

For, she had to. Her and I were planning on going to college together, spending our adult lives with one another. Of course, along with all of our other friends. We all had made a pact. We all had to stick together, because there was no way anyone was getting anywhere if we gave up and split apart.

Like we established, no one gets left behind.
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The End.

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