Insomnia: A Teen Wolf fanfic

*I Hate Motels

I ran my fingers through my hair handing the phone back. He's going to get himself killed. Why is Derek keeping me out of the loop? The day followed through and Scott seemed to be ignoring me. I walked with Stiles to the jeep fuming, "If this doesn't kill him, I will." Scott was waiting at the Jeep. I pointed to Scott and he looked alarmed as he tried to find an escape. I shot a glare to say stay put. "Are you insane," I demanded. "I have to do something," Scott defended. "Then let me come with you," I insisted. "Even if you weren't on the tail end of healing from what they did to you last time it's still a no. We both agreed to go alone," Scott insisted. I opened my mouth to explain how that was almost certainly a trap but Scott stopped me insisting, "I said no and you can't change my mind." I scoffed shaking my head and asked, "So cremation or burial?" "Ange," Stiles said hesitantly. I rolled my eyes and climbed into the back seat of the Jeep throwing on my headphones.

We dropped off Scott and I went with Stiles to his house. "Why does the meet have to be on a Saturday," Stiles complained. I shrugged stuck on mental flashes of the Alpha pack potentially beating the shit out of Scott. "Why not," I countered as he pulled into the driveway. I followed Stiles up to his room unable to manage any more than a tense straight line on my mouth. No matter how hard I tried to pull on the mask I couldn't do it. I plopped the bag on the floor and my mind attached horrific mortal wounds to my brother like a terrifying mental photo shop. My finger traced over the familiar indent in the computer chair as I pivoted in it slightly.

I looked up as Stiles pulled the chair closer to him on his bed. "Scott's going to be okay," he reassured. "What if he won't be okay," I asked. Stiles took my hands, "He will be." "How can you be so sure," I asked. "No matter what he's clever like you. He knows how to get out of sticky situations as well as you know how to get into sticky situations," Stiles teased. I cracked a smile and bit it down. "I hate you," I said. "You wish," he said with melodramatic confidence. I scrunched my nose trying to keep a straight face. Stiles picked up his phone and laughed trying to take the flash off as he tried to snap a photo. "Judas! You know I hate photos," I said trying to hide my face. "But you're sooooo pretty. I should be able to show people a photo of my girlfriend so I can annoy them to death about how wonderful you are, properly," he argued. "No paparazzi," I said melodramatically striking and old hollywood-esque pose. "I'll follow you until you love me," he started to sing purposely off pitch on every note. "Nooooo! Make it stop," I complained covering my ears.

I heard the camera shutter and my jaw dropped. "You bitch," I said flipping him off. Another photo. "That's it Stilinski we're about to tousle," I joked. "Oh? Is that so," he challenged. I leapt tackling him to the bed. I grabbed the phone and was taken by surprise when he flipped us pinning me to the bed. I hid the phone behind my back. "When did you get any strength," I teased. "Roughly the same time I quit bench warming duty," he said with a smirk. I reached up and kissed him distracting the boy. As I suspected he melted into the kiss forgetting about his phone. I shifted and used my window to break away and hide in his closet. "Dirty move McCall," he called from the bed. "All is fair in love and war," I said deleting the photos. I walked out handing the phone to him. "Buzz kill," he said pouting. "You poor boy. However do you put up with me," I asked wrapping my arms around his neck. His hands rested loosely on my hips as if partially fearful I'll run off. "I don't know how I do it. Woe truly is me," he remarked.

I spotted the case board now with material on the sacrifices. "You started up the board," I asked walking over. "Yeah I figured we might want to start trying to see the bigger picture," he explained wrapping his arms around me from behind as my fingers trailed over the strings. "Maybe the order in blue can help with this case," I noted. "That is a point I didn't think of," he admitted. I hummed nodding. "So judgey," he teased, walking to grab the string. "I know. I'm so awful," I said sarcastically. "Yeah awfully smart," he countered handing me the string. "You're a dork," I teased. "You'd know," he countered.