Deception

Infecting My Thoughts

Stiles laid down, staring at the ceiling as he heard his father came in the door. 

His fingers tapping against the bed in an uneven patten, occasionally he'd shift and move, something restless unearth his skin. 

He wondered if he needed to take more of his medicine to help his ADHD, recently along with the headaches it had been started to get worse. 

He felt almost uncomfortable in his own skin. 

"Stiles?" He called out. 

"I'm up here" 

There was a rustling as the Sheriff put down his keys and got rid of his coat. Stiles waited for him to come up. The door soon opened to his father. 

"Hey there kiddo" He said. 

"Hey" Stiles replied, glancing at him then moving back to look at the ceiling. 

His father raised his eyebrows at his sons behaviour. 

"You okay?" He asked kindly. 

"I'm fine, just got a headache, more like migraine though" Stiles muttered, rubbing his head. 

"Mmm, you should get some rest" 

Stiles nodded, thats what he'd been trying to do but it seemed his body wouldn't follow his commands. 

Like usual. 

"Anything else?" His father asked. 

Stiles didn't answer for a little while before he sighed "I just had an argument with Scott" 

He didn't mention Derek. 

The Sheriff asked gently "Do you want to talk about it?" 

Yeah, sure dad, my friends are werewolves and they're way to over protective of me and they make me feel like I'm weak compared to them but the thing is, I know they're right but I can't admit it. Because if I do admit to myself that I'm...I'm only human, only ordinary, I don't know if I can get through this! 

But Stiles didn't think that would go down well so he turned away from his father and said quietly "Not really" 

The Sheriff nodded. 

"When you're ready, come fined me, okay?" 

"Thanks dad" Stiles said, feeling a warmth in his chest at those words. He gave his father a reassuring smile, who returned it then left, closing the door behind him. 

Stiles heaved a big sigh then cringing as his head thrummed with pain. 

RING, RING, RING

Ah, his phone. 

Stiles reached for it then noticing it had stopped pretty quickly, he knew it must have been a text. He grabbed it, sitting up slowly to make sure he didn't make his head ache anymore. 

He opened the screen with his thumb. 

It was a message from Scott. 

At first his heart shot up, was it a apology? Or wanting to meet to talk about this? Maybe Scott did understand his frustrations- 

Stiles felt his stomach sink as he read the words. 

Hi Stiles, 

Can you find out everything you know on Shadow Beings? Thanks x 

That was it? 

And what on earth where Shadow Beings? 

Stiles felt his face heat up as a surge of anger and irritation ran through him, so is this all he was good for to them? Research? 

Also by the sound of it the pack had gotten themselves into another supernatural problem they'd neglected to tell him about. 

No worries, he'd probably learn about it about four weeks from now Stiles thought scathingly.  Four weeks from now when he'd probably be captured by the Shadow whatever's.  

Like always, waiting for them to rescue him. 

Stiles then wondered, his gut twisting. 

Would their eventually come a time when they didn't rescue him? When they decided he wasn't good enough for them? 

The thought though logically he knew made no sense, this was Scott, for cry sake, ripped into him like a knife could rip into flesh. 

Before Stiles knew it, he was on his laptop. 

Researching.