SIGHT || Teen Wolf (Stilinski)

14||Swimming Lessons

Chapter 14

It was close to eleven that night when we finally got the Jeep to the repair shop.  We were lucky enough to find the one repair shop that was open at this time, even if the guy was taking forever to give Stiles a new starter.  I was currently hanging around the waiting room as he went to yell at the guy who had just raised his Jeep and begun working under it, which, he told me, has nothing to do with putting a new starter in.

I watched as Stiles walked back to the waiting room door and grabbed the handle.  He didn't open the door and instead screwed his face in disgust. "Oh, nice.  Real sanitary.  Quality establishment you're running here."

I cocked my head to the side in confusion before shrugging it off.  I opened the door for him and pulled him in by his hand, only to get whatever he was complaining about on myself as well.

"What is that?" I asked in revulsion, wiping it off on his shirt.

"I don't want to know." Stiles said while taking out his phone. "Speaking of things we don't know, we need to start working on controlling your powers."

I shrugged and sprawled myself across two of the plastic waiting chairs, covering my eyes with my arm. "Good luck with that.  It's like it has a mind of its own.  The only time I've been able to do anything at all with it is when my own emotions are out of whack."

I waited for a witty comeback but was only met with a loud thud and strangled groan. "Uh, Phoebe?"

I dropped my arm and zeroed in on Stiles laying on the ground, crawling slowly towards his phone. "Oh my God.  Stiles, are you okay?" I asked, jumping out of my seat and kneeling by his side.

"Help!"

My head snapped up to the mechanic and I watched in horror as the Jeep began lowering over his body.  I moved to get up, but fell back with a scream when a large, green reptilian with yellow eyes and rows upon rows of sharp teeth screeched in my face.  I sat frozen as it ran off, just in time for me to see the janitor get crushed under the Jeep, his bones audibly crunching and blood splattering everywhere like wild paint.  My temperature dropped and black spots clouded my vision as I lost feeling in my body and fell over.

"911, what's your emergency?"

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"I told you, I just―I walked in and I saw the Jeep on top of the guy, that's all."

I came to a minute or so after I passed out from shock.  I had picked up Stiles' phone as soon as I noticed he had called 911 but could no longer talk.  Ten minutes after that, I was waiting outside with a mostly paralytic free Stiles and his dad in the back of an ambulance as at least 4 squad cars and twice as many deputies taped off the area.

The Sheriff nodded and then furrowed his brow as he looked down at Stiles' hands, which were shaking despite the fact that I was holding them still. "What's wrong with your hands?"

"Nothing," Stiles answered quickly. "Can we get out of here now?"

Stiles' dad sighed heavily. "Look, if there's something you two don't think you can tell me―"

"You think we're lying?" Stiles asked, his voice rising in disbelief.  I squeezed his hands, trying to calm him down.

"No, of course not!" The Sheriff defended. "I'm just worried about you two.  Now, if you 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―"

Stiles cut him off again. "We didn't see anything.  At all.  Can we go now, please?"

"Not yet, I've got one more question, then you can go," His father said. "But not in your Jeep.  We're going to have to impound it." Stiles' scoffed in disbelief and the Sheriff shrugged. "Sorry kid, evidence.  Now, what, exactly, is Phoebe doing here in the first place?"