Protect || Stiles Stilinski DISCONTINUED

Protect || Chapter Eleven

          Within seconds of Jackson leaping off of the roof of the McCall house, Derek and Boyd lifted up the three paralyzed members of their pack and took off after him, leaving the McCall siblings, Stiles, Annie, and Allison wondering what to do next and Lydia wondering what was even going on.

          "Hello!  I demand an explanation!" Lydia shrilly said, spreading her arms wide and looking at the group in the yard with wide eyes. "Why the hell were all of those people here, especially Derek?"

          Annie leaped to the rescue, starting back up the steps to the porch as she said, "How about Allison and I drive you home and we can explain everything then?"

          Lydia let Annie lead her down the porch to Stiles's Jeep, her expression just as bewildered as before.  Stiles, Scott, Katarina, and Allison followed, piling into the Jeep in silence.  They avoided Lydia's eyes all the way to the school, where Allison, Annie, and Lydia got into Allison's car and drove off while Kat made her way to her SUV.

          Stiles and Scott were hot on her heels, the plan Stiles had been thinking of on the way tumbling from his mouth in a jumbled way that Kat somehow found adorable. "Okay, so Scott and I are going to try to find Jackson's scent, or Derek's, since he's tracking him, and then we'll text you where we are."

          Kat nodded, pulling her keys from her bag and turning back to her unofficial boyfriend, "Why aren't I just following you guys in my car?"

          "Mom gets off work in, like, an hour, right?" Scott asked.  Kat nodded again, not understanding why that was being brought up, "How do you think she's going to react to a trashed kitchen and living room?"

          It finally clicked in Kat's mind, "So, you want me to go home and play maid while you guys are out fighting something that can completely paralyze you with its venom?"

          Stiles's face became guilty, his hands fidgeting in front of him as he met her chocolate brown eyes, "Please?  You can join us as soon as you're done, just call and I'll tell you exactly where we are."

          Kat huffed, knowing they were right about Melissa being beside herself with anger if she came home to a destroyed house.  She groaned, rolling her eyes, "Fine.  But you both owe me.  I'm not going to be the one playing maid every time."

          Stiles did a mini cheer as Scott said, "Yes!  Thank you, we owe you."

          Kat opened the driver's door of her car, glaring at the pair, "Yeah, big time.  Anyways, go.  Find Jackson and try not to get yourselves killed." Scott nodded and started back towards Roscoe while Stiles hung back.  Kat rose an eyebrow, "What?"

          Stiles smiled, "You look hot when you're worried."

          Kat's face flushed, becoming three shades darker as she scoffed, trying to play it off. "Are you going to go find Jackson or what?"

          Somehow, Stiles knew exactly what was going through Kat's mind and covered everything with a quick sentence. "Yes.  Call me when you're done, I'm sorry for making you do this, and I'll be careful." With that, he leaned forward and quickly kissed her lips before turning and jogging towards Roscoe.  Dumbfounded, Kat stood frozen near her partially opened car door, watching him speed out of the parking lot.

          The drive back to her house, Kat couldn't get over how natural it felt to have him kiss her goodbye.  Almost like they had done it time and time before.  She had a smile painted on her face the whole time she cleaned.

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          "Stiles, I swear to god, if you don't pick up and at least let me know you and Scott are okay, I'm going to kill you before Jackson can.  Call me," Katarina hissed into Stiles's voicemail, pacing the now clean kitchen.  Besides the few missing plates and glasses that were now buried in the bottom of the trash can, you'd never know a werewolf went on a rampage in the kitchen.