Home (Sciles AU)

Chapter 24

Stiles POV

I sigh tiredly as I continue to type away on the computer, just finishing off an important email to send to someone, just wanting to go home and spend time with my family, including Scott and Jason. They're not technically or officially part of my family yet, but they definitely still feel like a part of my family to me.

"Stilinski! Are you free?" My boss, Frank, asks from behind me, walking up to me.

"Yeah, I am. I'm just sending off an email. What's up? What do you need me to do?" I reply as I swing around in my chair to look up at my boss. He smiles at my enthusiasm and eagerness to do whatever task he obviously has planned for me.

"Good. You're the best journalist in this room, and I definitely need the best journalist for this story. You're fantastic with capturing the emotions of a disaster and getting the most information. I need the story printed and on my desk by tomorrow afternoon. You can do an extended story on this event as well, which I will want by next Monday." Frank starts to explain to me.

"Alright. Where do you need me to go? What's the story you want me to write about?" I ask curiously, leaning forward in my chair.

"From what I've heard from terrified witnesses and other reliable sources, there has been a shooting at Beacon Hills High School. I want you to investigate it and pick up as much information as you can. This will be the biggest news Beacon Hills has had in a long time." Frank tells me. My eyes widen in horror, my heart stops for a moment and my stomach feels like it drops into the floor. I stop breathing for a moment as I stare up at my boss, hoping and praying that he's joking, but obviously, he's not. He would never joke about something like this.

"Holy shit..." I mumble in terror, tears springing to my eyes and my hands grip onto the sides of my chair tightly as I begin to panic, my heart rate speeding up. Scott could be hurt, or worse, and that thought terrifies me. Frank frowns at me worriedly.

"What's wrong, Stilinski?" He asks me.

"My... My boyfriend, he... He works there." I manage to gasp out. Frank looks horrified.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know-" He begins to apologize, but I cut him off as I stand up, grab my jacket, keys, laptop and phone and start racing out of the building, not caring if everyone is staring at me.

"I'm sorry sir, I have to go! I'll try my best with getting you the story tomorrow, but don't count on it!" I shout to my boss as I race out the door. I run as fast as I can down the stairs and out of the building, straight towards my car, adrenaline pumping through my veins. I just know that I need to get to the high school as fast as possible. I jump in and quickly start the engine, pulling out of the parking lot and out onto the road. I smash down my foot onto the accelerator and start driving towards the school, not caring if I'm going over the speed limit. Dad has gotten me out of speeding tickets before, so I'm sure he can now, especially for this circumstance. The pace that my car is going is the same as my racing heart, it feels like. I have bad feeling in the pit of my stomach and I'm afraid that I might be sick. I can't believe this is happening. Not now, not when everything has been going so good. Not to my precious Scotty, who doesn't deserve any of this. God, I hope he's okay. I'm so, so scared for him right now.

"Calm down, Stiles. Calm down. Scott will be fine, you'll get to the school and you will see him waiting with the rest of the students and teachers while the police incapacitate the shooter." I tell myself over and over again to help try and calm myself down. It doesn't work too well. I almost lose control of the car a couple of times and almost swerve off the road and crash into a tree or something, but somehow I always manage to gain control again just in time. I know I shouldn't be driving in this state, but I just really need to get to that damn school and make sure that Scott is alright.