Fragile (Teen Wolf/Stiles Stilinski)

Chapter 12

(Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf, any of it's characters, or any elements of its story-line. I do own Faye, her story-line, and any characters or elements that I choose to add in.)

Chapter 12: Faye POV

Do you know that feeling after you get home from the gym where your body feels like it's about to fall apart? Well, take that feeling, amplify it like 300 times, and that's how I'm feeling right about now. Even just the effort of trying to open my eyes was painful. Once they were open, it became evident that I was on the ground. More accurately, the floor, of some building that I did not recognize in the slightest.

With enormous effort, I hoisted my body into a sitting position, my muscles screaming at me the whole time. I mean damn, did I get hit by a bus or something? Stars danced in my eyes as I waited for my head rush to subside.

"Holy shit, you're alive!". Stiles. Come on, who else could that be? The sound of him bounding over to me rung out in my head like shots from a gun, and my hands slapped over my ears to keep the sound out.

Slowly but surely, my vision cleared, and I saw the panting boy in front of me. His mouth was moving, but the words were muffled. Reluctantly, I removed my hands from my ears so that I could make out what he was saying.

"Can you repeat what you just said, much quieter?" I croaked. What happened to my voice? It sounds like I've been screaming for twenty-four hours straight.

Stiles courteously whispered "I asked if you remember anything? Like what's the last thing you can recall happening?"

His question gave me pause. Once I started thinking about it, I realized that the last thing I remember does not explain why I'm in some weird building, and why it's nighttime all of a sudden. The moon was shining brightly through the window of a door I was seated across from.

"I uh, I don't know. You just left the house after I fixed your face, and I remember seeing Scott but that's it. What the hell is going on?"

His expression turned from concern to confusion. "That's it? You seriously can't think of anything else that happened tonight?"

"I didn't even know it was nighttime! Where the fuck are we Stiles, did you drug me or something?" I tried to quickly drag myself away from him, but before I could get any distance, his pale hands clamped down on my arms and yanked me back towards him.

"This is serious Faye, I need you to think." We were so close, I could feel his warm breath fanning my face. "Something pretty big just happened, and I can't explain it so I need you to. Now please, try to remember!"

At this point, thinking was not an option. Stiles was freaking me out big time, I didn't get an answer to my concerns about being drugged. So naturally, I tried to wrestle my way out of his grip, which was surprisingly strong considering how skinny he is. "Faye, stop! This is important!" He pleaded with me, but I continued to writhe as his hold on me tightened.

"Get - off - of me!" I put my hands on Stiles' chest and pushed with all of my might. Adrenaline coursing through me, I managed to break free and begin to crawl frantically away, only to be dragged back by my ankles.

I flipped to my back, ready to defend myself, only to see Stiles hovering over me. Before I could make another escape attempt, he grabbed my arms and pinned them to the cold linoleum floor. "Faye, listen," He panted, clearly a little worn out from the struggle. "I'm not trying to hurt you. You're in Beacon Hills High School. It's almost midnight. No, I did not fucking drug you, you passed out. For like the third time today. Now can you please calm down so we can have a nice, rational conversation?"

He's so close to me, holy crap he's so close to me. If my heart wasn't pounding before, it definitely was now. Of all the moments for me to get flustered over a guy, this really should not be one of them.