Rebel ♛ Derek Hale [1] #wattys2016

22. the locker room

Rebecca didn't know what to do with herself. Isaac and Scott had taken off in search of Stiles and she was left to pace the locker room trying to think of anything that might be useful in finding their friend. To make matters worse, she knew she had made life even more complicated by letting him kiss her. It was one thing for him to like her, but now she had actively encouraged it and there was no coming back from that. How was she to explain what had come over her? How would she explain it to Scott or even worse, Derek?

She was scared and alone, surprising herself when she realised that all she wanted was for Stiles to be there holding her. 'No,' she told herself, 'I'm only feeling like this because he is missing and if he were here, the thought wouldn't even cross my mind'; however a small part of Rebecca wasn't sure that was true. Stiles was her safety blanket, someone who had always been there for her and who felt like coming home, whereas Derek was dangerous and exciting, she never knew what was going to happen and she liked that. She fed off it.

Rebecca didn't know if she loved Stiles in a way other than the comfortable lull they were in and she found herself quickly growing frustrated at her inability to focus on the matter at hand. She was being too self-centered and selfish, but that's how she always was with Stiles. He constantly put her first and it got to the stage where she did too.

"This is ridiculous," she sighed, shaking her head before deciding to do something worthwhile. The dank locker room was completely empty, no one had been in for at least an hour so Rebecca decided that it was safe to test out her powers and try to discover something to aid them in finding Stiles.

With a flick of her wrist, the doors slammed shut and with a simple sideways twist of her hand, they locked with a loud 'click' echoing throughout the room. She ripped open Stiles' locker just as Scott had earlier and began to search for something, anything that gave her a certain jolt. Upon conducting her own research on pythonissams, she had found that they had banshee-like powers and with enough control and a clear mind, she should be able to envision Stiles and his location; she just needed to be connected to an object of meaning to him.

Unfortunately for her, Stiles didn't keep many things with meaning in his messy locker. The whole thing smelt faintly of curly fries and BO, but as she tore things from its compartments, nothing important fell out. All Rebecca wanted to do was scream and cry, the feeling of hopelessness that had overtaken her body suddenly becoming too much. In a clumsy movement, she banged the side of Stiles' locker with all her strength and much to her surprise, her old necklace tumbled out onto the floor.

It was just as she had remembered, the shiny silver locket causing her to stop in wonder. She could recall very clearly the day it ended up in Stiles' possession; it was the day she left Beacon Hills. She had been terrified that Stiles would forget her and so she took off her locket and carefully placed it in his clammy hand.

"Don't you dare forget me, Stiles Stilinski. Here, take care of this for me while I'm gone." A younger Rebecca demanded, resting her hands on her hips so he couldn't try and hand the locket back.

"Why? Just take it with you." Stiles questioned, looking at the necklace as though it was alien to him. She never took it off and had always bragged about how it was an old family heirloom, so why was she giving it to him? Her dorky best friend?

"But if I take it with me, what will you have to remember me by? Keep this with you so I won't miss out on your adventures with Scott." Rebecca explained, shrugging as she heaved her suitcase up into the car, easily pushing Stiles away as he tried to do it for her.

"I don't think I could forget you, we're best friends." Stiles protested, still confused by the whole situation as she climbed into the car with a sad smile aimed at him.

"Just take good care of it, okay?" She told him, her voice slightly strained and threatening to reveal how afraid she really was.

"Okay." He mumbled back, nodding while he closed his hand, tightly gripping onto her beloved neckalce.

She could almost laugh at the dramatization of the memory now, but the feeling that hit her as she realised that he had kept it all this time overcame her urge to cringe. She wrapped the silver chain around her palms before pulling her arms into her chest and squeezing her eyes shut, begging for this to work. She wasn't sure if she was doing it right, trying to keep her thoughts solely focused on Stiles and his location, but nothing came.

No picture, smell, word or even hint came to mind, all she saw was black. The unappealing smell of the locker room filled her nostrils, but the more she focused, the dizzier she became. It was only as she collapsed to the ground that the image of a location and a few people took form in her fuzzy mind; she barely had time to call Scott and utter a few words before she was completely unconscious.

"Gerald... Stiles.. basement.. Erica.. Boyd.."

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a/n: hi! wow it has been a while since I've written about Becs and I'm so sorry about that! I couldn't motivate myself and the very thought of writing made me cringe, but it's been too long and I have so much planned that needs to see the light of day. so here we go, there will be regular updates once a week and I really hope you enjoyed this chapter, especially for those of you who ship Stiles and Rebecca ;)

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