Stiles Stilinski Imagines 🦊

:Premonitions Pt. 2:

* Listen to: You Are A Memory - Message to Bears *

Word Count: 1,344

Scott and I are standing in the MRI room with Stiles who was in a blue robe sitting on the table. Scott was standing directly in front of him while nervously biting on his knuckles. My hand was tightly holding onto Stiles's. The atmosphere was thick and dark. No one didn't know what to say to make the situation lighter. 

"You know what they are looking for right?" Stiles started to explain as he looked down at our joined hands, "It's called frontotemporal dementia. Areas of your brain start to shrink." Stiles took a deep breath, "It's what my mother had. It's the only form of dementia that can hit teenagers. And there is no cure."

My eyes closed trying to avoid breaking down in front of them. Stiles didn't need to see me so sad. He needs me right now to stay strong, for him. 

"Stiles if you have it," Scott's voice came out in a hoarse whisper as he looked over at his best friend, "we'll do something." He took a long pause like he was battling within himself, "I'll do something."

Stiles looked at his friend with an unreadable expression. But he soon embraced Scott as the both held onto each other. My heart broke for the hundredth time seeing the two best friends embracing. They held onto each other for a couple of minutes and eventually broke apart. Scott looked over at me and gave me a small smile. He said that he was going to go over where his mother and Stiles's father were waiting. I was grateful that he wanted to give us a minute to ourselves. I placed myself in between his knees as I took his face in my hands. His hands pulled me into him by my hips and our lips connected. Our lips moved in sync and I didn't want to pull away. But he was the one to pull back as he kept his forehead on mine. 

"Thank you for being here with me." His voice was small.

"Of course. I'll always be by your side Stiles." I lightly caressed his cheek with my thumb as he stared up at me with a loving glance, "Ever since you and your dad took me in when I had nothing. I knew, I knew that I was always going to be by your side. I love you."

His eyes started to form small tears as he licked his bottom lip. He let out a sigh as he pulled me back into a kiss. This time his kiss held so much passion and love. He didn't move aggressively but instead he took his time. He wanted to remember the feeling of my lips on his. He pulled back slightly out of breath, "I love you so much Y/N. More than anything."

I gave him a small nod as I took him into my arms once more. The doctor's voice sounded over the intercom letting us know that they were about to begin. We both pulled apart and I slowly backed away from him. Our hands were still in a hold but the more I moved away the harder it was to keep my the hold. He threw me one last encouraging smile until I finally disappeared into the other room. The tears that I was holding from Stiles finally escaped. 

A pair of arms wrapped themselves around me and I realized it was Sheriff Stilinski, "It's going to be okay." 

I gave him a weak nod as I watched Stiles finally being pulled into the MRI machine. 

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 There was loud clanking noise surrounding us and it was maddening. My eyes stayed glued to Stiles who was lying still on the table. Images started to come through onto the screen. You could see the doctor's shoulders drop in defeat at the scene. 

I walked over and noticed red within the scans, "What is that?" I pointed as I waited for his response. 

The doctor let out a long sigh as his eyes stayed glued on the screen in front of him, "See this?" He pointed up towards the red areas, "The tissue here and there. Both those spots are showing signs of atrophy."

Both Melissa and Mr. Stilinski let out a breath that I didn't realize they were holding. 

"Atrophy." The word came out like a rotten taste from Mr. Stilinski's mouth. Soon small sobs were pouring out from the grown man. 

"I'm sorry." The doctor spoke as he looked over at us sadly.

That meant that Stiles was sick just like his mother. Melissa took Mr. Stilinski into her arms as he was trying so hard to gather himself. My feet moved towards the glass window as I pressed one hand on it. I couldn't accept the fact that Stiles was slowly slipping into madness. I kept my focus in front of me but then the room went dark for a split second. Soon a blue light surrounded us. I was shocked to see Stiles standing next to the machine in his normal clothes. I wanted to run in but my body was frozen. I tried calling out for him but nothing came out. A man was walking around in a brown leather jacket and gauze wrapped around his head and hands. They were speaking to each other but nothing could be heard. One minute Stiles was looking at the thing in front of him and the next he looked into my eyes. Defeat was layered on his features as he started to cry. Next thing I saw was the man ripping his bandages of revealing, Stiles? But it wasn't Stiles this version was dark. Again darkness filled the room and I found myself able to move again. 

"Where is my son?" Mr. Stilinski asked as he looked over at the empty bed. 

I knew that the danger was far from over. 

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An idea popped in my mind thinking that I could find him back in his room. That's where I was running too. I was passing nurses and doctors who were running around in a frenzy. The lights were still flickering withing the halls. My feet stopped moving once I reached my destination. Stiles was seated on the edge of the bed while tying the laces of his shoes. 

"Stiles?" My voice was shaking, afraid.

His gaze slowly moved upward. He had this smirk on his lips. His body got up from the bed as he moved dangerously slow towards me, "Y/N." 

My name sounded wrong coming from his lips. Everything about him was different. The way he moved and held himself screamed danger. I unconsciously backed away from him which caused him to laugh. 

"Do I scare you?" He asked and in a swift motion his hand wrapped itself around my throat pushing me against the wall, "You should be scared." 

I tried to pry his hand from my throat but it was no use, he was too strong, "Please, Stiles if you are in there...fight him." My begging came out in hush whispers. 

His smirk grew wider as he leaned down and pressed his lips to my ear, "Stiles is gone, little dove." He moved back to look into my eyes. His eyes were empty, his honey color was replaced by black. 

"He is not gone. If I have to drag him back out myself I will." I threatened him as I grew angry. 

His smirk was replaced by a frown as he lips began to quiver in anger, "I would like to see you try." He then pushed the back of my head up against the wall causing instant drowsiness. 

My vision started to blur as my body dropped onto the floor. I tried to stay awake as I watched him walk out of the room. 

He turned back to give me one final look, "I will be seeing you soon little dove." 

Finally my body fell into unconsciousness.

~ Written on March 11, 2018 ~