Comfortable - (Stydia Roommate AU) - Teen Wolf

Best Laid Plans

"Read." Malia said doubtfully. "That's the plan?"

"Yea, because we don't know anything about them. So right now 'read' is the only plan we have." Scott said.

Lydia picked up the book. "So is there something in particular we're looking for?" She flipped through it.

"Anything that seems important."

"Hey, look at the last place this book was before it came here to Beacon Hills." Kira called, reading the book history.

"Our school." Scott said after reading it himself.

"That's a little..." Stiles began.

"This book is dedicated to Dr. Gabriel Valack." Lydia read.

Stiles' head shot up. "What? Who?"

"It says it.. in the book." She offered it to him.

Stiles clumsily took it and read the line for himself.

"Valack. I know that name."

"How?" Scott asked, furrowed eyebrows highlighting his confusion.

"I've met him, once. In Eichen House."

"Isn't that the guy with three eyes?" Braeden asked.

"Yeah, he used to work there until he tried trepination on himself. Now he's a patient. They say if you look into his third eye you'll go mad."

"That sounds so gross." Kira visibly greened.

"We obviously have to talk to him." Derek said. "Find out what he knows about them."

"Wait, what is Eichen House?" Lydia asked.

"I'd like to know too." Kira spoke.

Stiles wrenched his fingers nervously. "It's... a psychiatric hospital." He said.

"You were in a psychiatric hospital?" Kira asked.

"It was the first time this all happened. I kept blacking out and eventually I hurt people... alot of people." Stiles began. He wasn't going to go into detail because he knew the more they knew, the less they'd like him.

"You mean the bomb in the police station?" Derek asked.

Stiles looked at him exasperatedly but Malia answered. "Yes, and that serial killer Barrow, that electricuted some girl to death and killed himself in the process, that coach that got shot with an arrow, and more." Malia didn't seem to care about how Stiles felt about all of this.

The room grew uncomfortably quiet for a beat too long. It stayed quiet until it was awkward and then continued until no one could even hear themselves breath. Stiles felt a weight growing on his chest, the same weight that came everytime he thought of what happened, and he would do anything to get it off. But he couldn't, he was stuck with the memories of it all forever. The look on Coach Finstock's face when the arrow penetrated his stomach, arriving late to the substation and finding Heather burned over seventy-five percent of her body, the scene at the sherriff's station when the bomb exploded leaving a splintered mess of limbs and wood, they were all forever etched into his mind like a carving in a tree-trunk. He couldn't forget, so he tried to create better memories that would last just as long.

"Is all of that true?" Lydia asked finally letting some sound into the room.

Stiles nodded silently, his eyes stuck on the floor. "I have more blood on my hands than anyone." His voice was almost a whisper.

"Void did those things, not you." Scott spoke firmly, his true alpha spirit beginning to surface. "I've known you for some months, and you're aren't capable of those things."