Vindex *Stiles Stilinski* Book 2

Mechanics

I decide to have Scott drop me off at Stiles so I can apologize. "Thanks Scotty." I smile hopping out of the car.

Waking up the drive way I notice the squad car isn't here, so the sheriff must be on duty. I make it up to the door and knock. Normally Stiles answers the door with in a minute or two. Listening closely I hear his heart beating fast and his rapid breathing on the other side of the door.

"Stiles open up I know your in there, I can hear your breathing." I say knocking again.

"I just need to be alone." I hear Stiles say on the other side.

"Please Stiles." I beg placing my forehead on the door.

I hear the door click and it opens revealing Stiles with a laceration on his head. "Baby what happened?" I ask reaching for his head.

Stiles flinched away from me which breaks my heart a little. "It's nothing Erica just hit me with a piece of the jeep."

"That bitch. I'll kill her." I growl.

"No it's fine really." He attempts to assure.

"Stiles your bleeding, here let me at least clean it." I walk past him and tug his hand into the kitchen. "Sit." I point to the counter top. Stiles slowly moves and takes a seat while I walk to the closet and get the first aid kit.

"Devin you don't have to." Stiles says trying to stop me.

"Unless you wanna be visiting Melissa in at the hospital because of an infection then shut up. " I demand. Stiles nods and stays quite. "I didn't kiss him." I say breaking the silence.

"I know." He mumbles looking down.

"That why did you get all mad at me?" I ask confused.

"Because you just, sometimes you only worry about other people and you never stop to think about yourself.... And I might have gotten a little self conscious." He admits looking up finally.

"Stiles, if we wanna help everyone then I can't stop and think about my self." I say raising the disinfectant spray.

"I'm not worried about helping everyone, that's the difference between you and Scott and me. You two wanna help everyone. I wanna help us, me, you, and Scott, US." Stiles says taking my hands.

"And I get that. But to help us, we have to help them." Stiles sighs at my words and shakes his head. "How about this, I promise I will try and think about me a little more, if you promise to think about others a little more."

Stiles eyes life up at my proposition. "I think that is a doable deal." Stiles grins.

"So are we good?" I ask stepping in between his legs.

"Better than good." Stiles agrees pulling me to him and kissing me. "So you wanna come with me to the mechanics." Stiles ask pulling away.

"Why do you need to go there?" I ask cocking and eyebrow.

"I think she hit me with my starter." Stiles says reaching up and rubbing his head.
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"Hey! Hey? Wh... What do you think you're doing? All I needed was a starter." Stiles yells at the mechanic as we walk in.

"Yeah, but it looks like your whole exhaust system has got to be replaced here." The guy shrugs.

"Why do I get the feeling you're slightly over-estimating the damage?" Stiles ask flailing his arms.

"It's probably gonna run you around like twelve hundred parts and labor." The guys states.

My jaw drops at this. "This thing probably isn't even worth that much!"

"Are you kidding? It doesn't have a catalytic converter. And yes, I know what a catalytic converter is." Stiles remarks crossing his arms.

"Do you know what a limited slip differential is?" He ask Stiles.

"No..."

"Yeah, coming on more like fifteen hundred." The guy smirks.

Stiles lets out a huff grabbing my hand. "Okay. Just finish. I'll be back here, seething with impotent rage!" He tugs me back towards the door and grabs the handle. "Oh. Nice. It's real sanitary. Quality establishment you're running here." He mutters showing me his palm that is covered in goo.

"Maybe you should wipe this off." I say grabbing a paper towel and cleaning it. Sadly I some how got some on my hand.

"Figures." Stiles points to picture if the swim team making me shrug. The feeling in my legs begins to slowly disappear.

"St-Stiles." I stutter out. I look over to him and see he has his phone out and staring at it. "I can't-" At that Stiles and I both fall at the same time.

"Help me. Help me. Help! Help... Help me. Help me. Help me." I hear the mechanic cry out. Through the glass door I watch as the jeep slowly lowers.

"9 1 1, what's your emergency?" As that voice goes off in the background my eyes are fixed on the man sized lizard staring at me through the window.
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Right now I was sitting on the back of an ambulance with Steve and the sheriff staring at Stiles and I.

"I told you, We just... We walked in and saw the jeep on top of the guy, that's all." Stiles repeats to his dad. With his free arm that wasn't around me I could see him shaking it out, probably still trying to regain feeling.

"What's wrong with your hand?" The sheriff ask.

Stiles sighs and shakes his head pulling me close. "Nothing. Can we just get out of here now?"

"Look, if there's something you don't think you can tell me..." The sheriff trails off.

"You think I'm lying?" Stiles ask hurt.

"No, of course not. I'm just worried about you, both of you. Now, if you two saw someone do this, if you're afraid that maybe they're gonna come back and make sure you don't say anything about it..." He trails off.

"We didn't see anything. Can we go now?" I finally speak up.

"Sure. But not in the jeep. We're gonna have to impound it. Sorry kid, evidence. I'll see you at home." The sheriff says patting Stiles on the shoulder.

"Come on I'll take you two home." Steve offers giving us a small smile.

"All right, well, at least make sure they wash it." Stiles calls out to his dad.