transcendent ༜stiles stilinski༜ [1] (UNDER EDITING)

10| The Secret and Dances

"What are you doing to him? Is that going to kill him?" I ask walking towards Kate slightly. Allison still hanging on my arm.

Derek looks at me with a pleading look in his eyes. He was in pain but he didn't want me to do anything. I bite my lip and feel myself get lightheaded. I shut my eyes tightly.

"Hey kid, you alright?"

I shake my head. "I need to get out of here. I feel sick. I feel really sick and I-I need to get out of here."

"I'm with Aura. I want to get out."

Kate nods slightly and puts her hands on her hips. "Okay, I'll take you guys-"

"We'll be fine," Allison interrupts. "Come on, Aura."

She takes my hands pulling me out of the dark underground room. We don't wait for a response from Kate.

~

I lay on my bed with a terrible headache. I hear a soft knock on the door and it opens without waiting for an answer. Scott and Stiles enter the room.

I look at them with the covers pulled under my eyes.

"You've been moaning and groaning all morning. What's the matter?" Scott asks.

"You can't just barge into my room. What if I was-"

"Yeah, yeah."

I start to sit up and then stop myself, realizing something. I just took off my clothes as soon as I got home. I reach over to my nightstand and grab my shirt.

"Turn around," I command. Scott does and he's told but Stiles doesn't. "Dude, you too."

He blushes and turns his back to me quickly. I slip on the shirt he gave me and put on a pair of shorts. I sit up in bed.

"You guys can turn around now. Anyways, Kate revealed her secret to Allison last night. We're both trying to process everything."

I snuggle into Stiles' shirt. Scott smirks.

"What?" I ask.

"Nothing. You just look really comfortable in that shirt," he says.

He nudges Stiles and Stiles glares at him. I laugh softly.

"Have you called Allison?" I ask.

"I have but she hasn't answered."

"Call it again," Stiles says.

"I can't."

"Okay so you lost your phone," Stile suggests. "Buy a new one."

"He can't afford a new one," I retort. "I was with Allison last night. We are just having a bit of a hard time."

"I can't do this alone," he says. "We have to find Derek."

"A, you're not alone. You have us." Stiles looks at me. "And B, didn't you say Derek walked into some sort of gunfire? Sounds pretty dead to me."

"He's not dead," I tell them. "That I can promise you. Yet? Not so much of a promise."

Scott shakes his head. "The Argent's plan was to use him to get to the Alpha. They're not going to kill him."

Stiles shrugs. "Alright, so let them do what they're planning? They used to get Peter. Problem solved."

"No Stiles," I exclaim. "Problem not solved. Problem far from being solved. We can't let the Argent's continue their plan if Peter's going to hurt Allison to get to Derek."