shattered | s stilinski [1]

pain

Stiles, Caley, and Peter stayed behind at the loft. Stiles and Caley standing at the window, and Peter laying back on the couch.

Peter had not a worry in the world, but Caley and Stiles?

Caley and Stiles were worrying their asses off. Caley worried about Derek. And Stiles worried about Scott. Caley's fear was more visible than Stiles's. She was pacing around, shivering, and shaking. And it didn't go unnoticed by Stiles.

"Hey? You okay? They're gonna be fine." Stiles rubbed her back, making her visibly calmer, even though Stiles didn't even believe his own sentence.

"Yeah, I know. It's just messing with my nerves." She nodded.

"I know what you mean. It's nerve wracking. My nerves are wracked, they're severely wracked." Stiles agreed making Caley chuckle.

"I could beat you both unconscious and wake you when this is over" Peter sarcastically suggested.

"Do you think Erica's really dead?" Stiles looked up at him.

"Do you think I really care?"

"I just- I don't understand the bank though. Why wouldn't they chain them up in some underground lair or something? They're an alpha pack, so shouldn't they have a lair." Caley rolled her eyes at Stiles's statement.

"They're werewolves, not bond villains." Peter once again spoke.

"Wait a second...", Caley grabbed Stiles wrist to stop him from walking away," Stiles, what if the live there?"

"Yeah!! Maybe the bank vault reminds them of one of their wolf dens!" Stiles agreed.

"Wolf dens? Really?" Caley questioned.

"Yeah like Peter? Where do you live?"

"In an underground network of caves hidden deep in the woods."

"Woah, really?" Stiles asked and Caley scoffed.

"No, you idiot.",Peter chuckled,"I have an apartment down town."

"Okay. Well, still that just proves that there's something up with the bank." Stiles said back.

"And why wait around for the full moon? Why not just kill them whenever they want to?" Caley agree as she sat next to Peter.

"Maybe they think it's poetic. Just like how poetic it is that you two are crazy about each other and everyone can see it but you both." Peter said with his eyes closed.

"Wha- Caley and I do not like each other, and why would they try to be poetic? They've had three full moons to be poetic." And that hit Caley where it hurt. She thought that maybe Stiles and her could be together, maybe he could like her. But obviously not.

"And yet you've only had one full hour to be so annoyi-." Peter rolled his eyes stopping in the middle of the sentence.

"No go ahead finish what you were saying. I'm ann- annoy- what were you gonna say there?" Stiles taunted.

"What are the walls made of?" Peter asked standing.

Stiles looked around,"I don't know like, wood." He said thinking about the loft.

"He means the vault Stiles." Caley snapped, she's come to notice she seems to act mad to cover the fact that she's hurt.

"Yeah, what are they made out of? Where would it say that?" Peter said going through the blue prints.

Caley was trying to look but couldn't find anything,

"It doesn't say anything, where would it say the materials, the type of stone?" Peter asked.