Faded // A Stiles Stilinski Story.

chapter seven.

野狐 - Means fox. 

Midday sun turned from blue skies to overcast darkness. It circled through reds and oranges of every hue, purples streaking across the skies. Stiles left a while ago, leaving you to pick up the pieces here. You struggled looking through cell phone data, CCTV footage of where Scotts bike was last seen. The sheriff had given you full control of the situation as he had some business elsewhere. Poring over screens all day had your eyes burning and your back in dire need of a massage. You stretched finally moving from the computer chair that had become your second home. Waves of relief washed over you as your muscles shifted, finally becoming less tense. Scott had been gone twenty two hours and things were looking bad. You hadn't seen anything on the CCTV, not even a shadow. Picking up your phone you called Stiles, hoping for some news that maybe Stiles had found him. The phone rang out, your call going unnoticed. Deep within your stomach you knew something had gone horribly wrong.

Your fingers flew over the screen of your phone the screen vibrating with every touch of a button. Holding the phone to your ear you prayed that your last chance of help would pick up the phone. "Hello?" Thank god, he picked up. "Deaton? I need your help, it's about Scott" You spoke quickly already grabbing a jacket from the closet, wrapping it around your shoulders. "I'm guessing it's not just about Scott, it's the nightmares isn't it. You can feel it too?" Your body froze in place as the words left his mouth. How could he know? The girls from your nightmares. The only person you'd told was Stiles and he promised not to say anything. "Yeah, I need your help. I'll be at the clinic soon" you clicked your phone off, clattering down the stairs at the fastest speed you muster. You messaged Stiles sat in the front seat of your car. Don't worry, I'm safe, I just went to talk to Deaton. I think he can help. Turning on the engine you reversed and drove through streets until you arrived at the clinic. You took the back entrance, opting to park your car in the back car park and knocking on the service door. Within minutes, Deaton had welcomed you in and you were sat in the office telling him all you knew.

"I've felt it too. I feel like something is missing, like something has been taken. I should remember what it was that was taken from us but I can't. It's quite possible that your nightmares have something to do with this. You said you had these girls in your nightmares? Do you think that's what has been taken? Are they the key?" His tone was questioning as he pondered the information you gave him. "I don't know, it feels like I knew the girls, but everytime I got close to figuring out who they were I would wake up and I can't figure them out when I'm awake" You hugged your knees to your chest, your voice small. "I have an idea, there is a myth, who knows if you could even call it a myth, but it relies heavily on you" Your head perked up, you'd do anything to find Scott. "It's called dream-walking, it's incredibly dangerous and I'd need someone to tether you here, to make sure you don't get lost. I think I can help you find Scott" He disappeared through the doors, bringing back a jar of a foul smelling leaves. "We need Stiles."

Half an hour passed and still nothing from Stiles. "You need to do this soon or it may be too late. Do you know where he is?" Deaton asked as you sat on the medical examination table, the cool metal pressed against your bare skin. You had all but given up on him when a pounding came at the door. He stumbled through the door, his tee drenched and clinging to him like a second skin. He took you in his arms and kissed your cheek apologizing for missing your calls. You sighed and filled him in on what was about to happen. "It's a bit like Scott's alpha thing but you don't need to be a werewolf to do it. We both go under but you'll be in my dreams, helping me through and finally helping me figure out what the hell is going on lately" Stiles hesitated his eyes darting from the tea leaves to your face. You smiled at him, gripping his hand reassuringly. Deaton had wandered off whilst you explained. He returned cups filled with steaming tea. He placed it in your hands and one in Stiles' hands. You sat on the medical table and drank the tea. It wasn't what you expected, although it steamed it was ice cold and you could feel it settling in your bones.