Two Halves // Teen Wolf

Murderous Trees

"Fuck! Oh shit, that tree just came out of nowhere. What the heck. Rude."

"Nyx, this is the third time a tree," Stiles made quotation marks with his hands, "has 'come out of nowhere.'"

"Stiles, they're clearly attacking me, okay? They're planing my demise for being too awesome." Nyx said gravely. Scott chuckled, Stiles' mouth quirking up to form an amused smile.

"Alright, then I should probably help you cross the river in case it's, y'know, in on the trees' plan." Stiles said, unable to keep the amusement out of his suggestion. He knew that without the glasses, she'd fall down the river in seconds and injure herself further, which was something he did not want. He was worried enough for her already.

Nyx pretended to think about it for a moment, then grinned.

"Alright, so piggy-back it is!" She cried. Stiles bent down, Nyx quickly climbing onto his back elatedly.

"Anyway, as I was saying before being so rudely interrupted by that murderous tree, Scott, you were amazing on the field! It was, like, you could anticipate what each player was going to do! You're totally gonna get first line, so you gotta spill your secret to your two best friends. How'd you do it?" Nyx asked curiously, resting her chin on Stiles' shoulder, her arms wrapped around his neck.

"I-- I don't know what it was. It was like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball." Scott told them as he crossed the river cautiously, never faltering on the quick pace he had set. He turned around, watching them in case they needed help as they crossed the river. Once he was sure they were safely on the ground, he continued retracing their steps from last night.

Stiles didn't need to look at Nyx to know that she was looking at Scott, a small frown taking over her features. He knew she was trying to make sense of the answer, obviously not expecting it.

"Maybe it was the adrenaline. You guys remember when that one asshole in the white van almost crashed into the side of my car? I felt like time had slowed down, almost like I could do a million things in that moment and nothing would change. It could've been something similar to that." She suggested. Stiles squeezed her thighs comfortingly, remembering how she came to them still in shock at the fact that she had almost died. Scott shook his head.

"But that's not the only weird thing, Nyx. I can hear stuff I shouldn't be able to hear. Smell things." He told them as Stiles walked beside him.

"Smell things? Like what?" Stiles asked, a hint of underlaying sarcasm lining his question.

"If by smell things you mean that you can smell my alluring perfume, I got another thing coming for you, buddy." The  girl told him with an amused smile, humor lacing her every word. Stiles snickered. Scott looked off into the distance, concentrating on catching a smell. Once he figured out what it was, he turned to Stiles.

"By that I mean that I can smell the mint mojito gum in your pocket."

"I don't even have any mint mojito--" Stiles started, then stopped as Nyx reached down into his pocket and pulled out mint mojito gum from it. She raised her eyebrows, sharing a look with Stiles. She split it in half, offering one half of it to him. He shook his head, frowning. She shrugged, then popped all of it into her mouth.

Stiles looked at Scott with his eyebrows raised. Scott spread his arms, shoulders moving in what they knew was a shrug. Stiles rushed to catch up with his best friend, not breaking a sweat even though he was carrying Nyx. He'd had plenty of practice over the years, so it would be a while before he got tired of carrying her. Besides, she was pretty light.

"So all this started with the bite." Stiles said, disbelieving. Nyx stayed silent, not knowing what to make of this information. She had never seen Scott like this, and she was worried for him. She didn't want this random streak of good luck to end up being more harmful than beneficial.