Insomnia: A Teen Wolf fanfic

*Bardo

"Okay, here's the deal.... Deaton and I are great at diagnosis. We can tell you exactly what's wrong, but the solution is a bit more elusive to us. Scott, ever since we were little you've always been better at solving something than finding out what's wrong and I was the opposite. Stiles same for you but a little more even distribution. So, here's what we're going to do. We will tell you exactly what we think is wrong, what we know about the diagnosis and maybe we can work together to fix it," I proposed. They all nodded. 

"So what do we have," Scott asked. "The door is open. Your minds know it's open that's why they're freaking out. Somehow dying and coming back that door or defense from the other side is opened and it wasn't able to close on it's own," I noted. "Having a door like that open isn't good," Deaton explained. "It's like a supernatural open wound. Only not like a scratch. More like-like emotional trauma more intense than fathomable so it manifests in surreal ways, like night terrors and hallucinations. We need to close the doors as soon as we possibly can," I added. "Okay so maybe we start keeping journals or voice memos, find overlap in what all of us are seeing or feeling," Scott proposed. "That sounds like a really good start," I agreed.

We swung back to the sheriff's station after and Noah finally got to why he had called us. "Could you maybe look for a scent while I distract the man," Noah questioned. "Malia hasn't been to her house in almost a decade," I noted and watched the sheriff's soul get crushed, "But we can still check, just in case." He nodded and laid out the plan for tomorrow. We all went back to our house and set up Mario Kart in Scott's room. The boys had crashed hard as I stayed up trying to win all of the cups again. A rustle sounded beside me. I glanced over to see Stiles starting to stir his face was contorted in worry. I shook his shoulder to wake him. "A night terror was starting," I whispered when he rolled over to look at me. "Thanks," he said quietly. He started to settle as I stroked his hair. What if the dream last year wasn't just projecting my fears? What if he really does get possessed by a nogitsune?

I woke up and kept my eyes closed hearing an assortment of giggles around me. It was Scott and Stiles. Something was in my hand. It was light, fluffy, a little sticky, but definitely there. A feather made contact with my nose and I opened my eyes as my hand made contact with another face. Stiles was hovering above me now with whipped cream on his cheek. His strained, tight-lipped expression said he found this about right. I rolled over and tried to run off, but he grabbed me from behind. I laughed trying to put up some fight before he pressed his cheek to mine. "You can try running, but I'll always catch ya," he teased with a bright beaming smile. "We'll see," I teased.

We followed the sheriff to the Tate residence and drove past parking near a part of the forest that connects to the backyard. "So what do we know about Malia," I asked Stiles. "She would be our age now. They thought it was a car accident that killed them all but there were claw marks on the car. We're wondering if, maybe Malia is still alive and just, I don't know, got taken in by a pack or something, or if maybe they were attacked by a werewolf. It was a full moon and her body was the only one not found," Stiles explained. "So we go see if there's a scent or something left behind to draw her out maybe," Scott offered. Stiles nodded and we all fell silent as we drew near the back door that lead right into Malia's bedroom. I picked the lock and listened for movement inside. I could faintly hear Noah and Mr. Tate speaking. I nodded to say it was safe and Stiles tried to open the door as softly as possible. He stopped as soon as there was a creak. I took the knob and just opened it in one shot. They looked to me startled and I motioned to walk in.

I propped the door open with a stuffed animal and heard quiet paws make their way. I looked over as Scott noted, "All I'm getting is some sort of animal smell." "Rottweiler," I asked. Both of them looked to the dog frozen. "Do something," Stiles hissed at Scott. "Me," Scott asked bewildered. "Yeah, flash your eyes. Show it who's alpha," Stiles insisted. "I can't," Scott replied. Maybe he should. Maybe facing that fear of being alpha will help Scott close that door. Scott looked to me and I nodded to the dog. He panicked and held out his hand with his fingers to the ceiling. The dog started to bark at the motion and I kneeled infront of it flashing my eyes. "Shhhh. Go it's okay," I said softly before flashing them back. The dog pranced off as if nothing had just happened. They looked to me with different versions of a thankful expression. Stiles was thankful and impressed while Scott was thankful and disappointed in himself. I patted Scott's shoulder quietly. Scott and I could only catch the scent of the dog. I started to remove the stuffed animal and held the door as Scott walked through. Stiles took a photo of a picture frame and jogged over to join us. I locked the knob and shut the door as quietly as I could.