Wicked Witchcraft (Stiles Stilinski)

Operation: Save Malia Tate

"Remind me again why we're breaking into some guy's house?" I said as I tripped in the doorway we were currently walking through. I would have fallen and hit the floor with enough ruckus to ruin the whole operation had Scott and his reflexes not caught me in time.

"We're here to help my dad. It's the least we could do," Stiles whispered, tip toeing over to a bed with stuffed animals on it. We had undoubtedly come into Malia's room, and now Stiles was throwing animal after animal at Scott. Scott took each of them and shoved them in his face, inhaling deeply. I started looking around the room, when my eyes landed on the doorway into the rest of the house and I froze.

"All I'm getting is some kind of animal smell," Scott said.

"What kind of animal smell?" Stiles asked, rushing over to her dresser to see if there was anything else he could give to Scott.

"Rottweiler maybe?" I asked in a quiet and shaky voice. I could hear the two boys turn to me, and we all looked at the Rottweiler staring back at us from the doorway.

"Hi, puppy!" Stiles said quietly then added, "Get rid of it."

"Me?" Scott asked disbelievingly.

Unmoving, Stiles said, "Yes you. Glow your eyes at it or something. Be the alpha."

"I can't," I heard Scott say, and I shut my eyes. "I don't have control."

"Now would be a fantastic time to learn some, Scott. Just throwing that out there," I hissed.

"Okay buddy, well you are just gonna have to try something." 

I saw Scott lean forward in front of me with his hands out, slowly saying, "Nice doggie."

Stiles and I collectively sighed, and the dog started barking.

I scoot back to the boys, and we all started panicking.

"Apollo!" We heard from down the hall, but the pup kept barking.

"Apollo, shut the hell up! Shut up!"

With that, Apollo stopped barking. He paused for a moment before turning around and leaving us alone.

We all let out a sigh of relief, and it was quiet for a moment.

"That was close," Scott said.

"I want one," I mused. I looked over to see both the boys staring at me strangely.

"What? I want a puppy. I've never had one before."

Stiles waved his hand and went back over to the dresser, still looking for clues. He handed a book up to Scott to smell, but Scott didn't even bother bringing to his face.

"Anything?" Stiles asked.

Scott shook his head, "All I'm getting is that dog," he said defeatedly. Stiles sighed, before looking back one last time. His eye was stuck on a picture of Malia with her little sister, and he snapped a picture of it with his phone. He then ushered us out of the house, and we made the walk back to his jeep down the street. 

We met up with the sheriff not even ten minutes later. He had a forlorn look on his face, and immediately I felt bad that we couldn't find anything for him.

"I'm sorry," Scott started, "I tried as hard as I could. I mean if it wasn't so long ago, I might have been able to do it."

Stilinski sighed, "It's okay, it was a long shot. In fact it was a pretty terrible idea. I think I just ripped a wound open in that poor man. I never should have brought you guys here, I don't know what I was thinking." He opened the door to his police issued SUV. "Thanks for trying, alright? See you at home."