Nothing Personal [Teen Wolf (TV) Fanfic]

Never Underestimate A Girl

Back at the Hospital

"Well the blood test results show no in-consistencies in his chemical balance. There were no drugs detected in his blood stream except for Adderall which we cleared him for, seeing he was prescribed it. We most likely suspect heat exhaustion, from whatever he was doing that made him faint," the doctor explained to Sherriff Stilinski, closing the file and tucking it under his arm.

"What about the girl that found him?" the Sheriff questioned intensely stressed and upset that his son was in the hospital. He rubbed a semi-conscious Stiles' shoulder and stared intently at the doctor who gulped under his harsh gaze. "Has anyone found her? Did they even ask for her name?"

"I'm sorry, sir," the doctor replied humbly. "We were too concerned for his care that we didn't waste time asking her questions right away. When we searched for her, she was gone, and security tapes caught her leaving the premises."

"Let me see the tapes," the Sherriff demanded. He left his son behind in a haste following the doctor out of the room and into the security quarters. Scott scrunched his nose. He already knew who the culprit was. Her strawberry and vanilla stench was all over Stiles.

"I'm really sorry, Scott. I should've have made her stay," Allison apologized, rubbing his knee. He clasped his hand over hers and held it tightly, possessively, while kissing her forehead. She leaned in and rested her head on his shoulder.

"You didn't know," he told her. "She could have hurt you too." And if she did, there would've been hell to pay, too. He was already close to walking out and tracking her down and giving her a taste of her own medicine. "Don't feel bad," he seemed to strain out as anger ran through his veins.

Scott was kind of confused but also relieved that Tabitha didn't attack with Allison. If she hurt Stiles, what stopped her from hurting Allison, too? Allison was equally confused upon learning of Tabitha's true identity and realized how lucky she was. She may have been a skilled archer but at the moment she crossed paths with Tabby, she was defenseless, as Tabitha was much stronger than her –reminded by the sensitivity of her red hand and aching shoulder. If Tabitha wanted to knock her out, she could. What stopped her? The inevitable question circled in her head.

"Hey," Stiles grumbled while clutching his sore head. "What happened?"

Scott popped out of his seat and joined his best friend's side. "I don't know! I don't know what happened! Don't you remember?" Scott was in near hysterics as he clutched his best friend since kindergarten. This was the closest he had ever been to losing the closest link he had to sanity. Stiles had come across a few close calls but never landed in the hospital, especially not under Scott's nose. Scott was furious Tabitha had delivered the low blow and endangered the closest thing he had to a brother.

Stiles blinked his eyes, trying to gather his memory when a vivid set of images shocked him, making him scramble upright on his bed. His mouth was dry and his throat burned, parched, but his head was trying to understand the reality of the past event. His whole body succumbed to disbelief, unable to believe Tabitha had kissed him. It must have been a dream, a really sick Masochistic dream of his. He tried to remember the moments before, to see if he missed anything between the transitioning between leaving Lydia's room and being cornered by Tabitha.

"What did Tabitha do to you?" Scott repeated, shaking him back to reality. So it wasn't just a dream, Stiles thought, dazed.

He couldn't speak for a moment before glancing at Allison who pulled him into a comforting hug.

"She kissed me," he admitted. "I think… I remember… she kissed me." He pressed his fingers to his dry, crusted lips and remembered the cherry flavor of her chap stick. Scott tilted his head in confusion. "She kissed me and laughed."