orphic [1] ⇻ stiles stilinski

xxxiii. battlefield

the one where stiles goes missing

[ S2 0.9 ]

  THE cold night air stung Eleanor's cheeks as she sat down on the lacrosse bench, her arms around herself and her breath heavy as she stared blankly into the lacrosse field. It was empty now, the contrary to what it had been an hour beforehand.

  After Stiles' lacrosse debut, and with no further action to give Derek to Gerard, the old man took matters into his own hands. Making Jackson the diversion that seemingly everybody followed, Stiles was taken.

  The very thought of her best friend being tortured or interrogated made Eleanor's heart plummet into her stomach, and the tears that had started to fall were becoming a waterfall of her own misery. She couldn't help but blame herself.

  The scenery surrounding her was blurred with the intense lights surrounding the field and her salty tears, and so she jumped upon a hand briefly touching her arm.

  As she looked up, she relaxed at the familiar face but turned away from Scott. He had just finished being questioned by a very desperate and heartbroken Noah, leaving Jaden to answer the last of his inquiries.

  Scott sighed and joined Eleanor on the bench, wrapping an arm around her shoulder as she voluntarily rested her head on his. She cried heavier at the touch, her arms furiously shaking as he fingertips struggled to stop bouncing on her thigh, screwing her eyes shut as she tried to block out all her thoughts. Her empathy abilities had spiralled into something she had no real control over, due to her emotional instability, and so as well as not being able to connect to Stiles - she was having trouble with her own feelings.

  The Hispanic boy squeezed Eleanor's waist, rubbing a hand across her knee as he turned to look at her. "It's not your fault, you know?"

  "I could have kept a better eye on him, I could've done something before he was taken. I could've stopped it."

  Scott raised his eyebrow at his best friend, shaking his head at the words she spoke. He disagreed with her completely, turning on the bench to face Eleanor, his arms still tightly wrapped around her.

  "We all could have stopped it but, Eleanor, we didn't know it was going to happen like that." Scott said. "Stiles is a tough guy, he can hold his own for a while."

The brunette shook her head, wiping her tears furiously with the back of her hand. "For a while, yeah. But what happens if we can't find him? What happens when -"

"When we find him, Eleanor. Sheriff's working on it right now, and after Jaden is finished, we'll try and find him too. He's going to be alright."