Another Stilinski ∆ bt

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[13/Fries it is]

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Brett helped Desira stand up slowly and gently. During the whole process Desira huffed that she wasn't a old lady and didn't need help standing. She was lying, she hurt so much everywhere and she didn't even understand why. All she knew was that she was glad Brett had kept her from going back down into the hole, if she had gone back she probably would be in a lot more trouble.

"Can you walk?" Brett asked once Desira was standing completely.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I think that was just a side effect of trying too hard," she replied.

Brett didn't quite believe her, but he also didn't want to pressure her, so he left it alone. Desira and Brett walked slowly back to where they had parked, Brett watching cautiously to ensure she wasn't going to fall again. Desira herself was being careful not to trip on anything because if she did, she knew she wouldn't be getting back up for a while.

Finally, the pair reached their vehicles, Desira leaned against her bike for a moment in a sad attempt to reorientate herself. She still felt naeusous despite emptying her stomach moments prior.

"I really don't think you should drive yourself home," Brett said suddenly breaking the silence.

"You're probably right," Desira sighed as she ran her hand through her hair, "I know it's asking a bit much, but do you mind-"

"Taking you home? No problem."

"If I didn't know better, I'd think you're the one who reads minds," Desira said with a smirk.

Brett rolled his eyes but opened the passenger side door for her. Shakily, Desira managed to get into the car by herself. Once she was settled Brett closed the door behind her and walked to the driver side. When he got himself settled, he started the car and asked for directions.

On their way back into town, Brett had asked if Desira was hungry. Honestly, she was starving. After all, she had just puked up everything in her stomach.

"Depends on what food you're thinking about," Desira said with a slight smirk. Despite her circumstances she was still a Stilinski, sarcasm flowed naturally for her.

"Well, what do you like?"

"Mmm anything with a potato in it."

"Fries it is."

The teenagers stopped for the meal and pulled into a parking spot. Desira had only managed to eat a few French fries before her stomach felt uneasy. She was still in pain, her body ached dully while her hand throbbed from the burn. It seemed like the healing was taking a bit longer than normal, something she was beginning to notice more with Dread Doctor related things.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Brett spoke, breaking the silence between the two once again.

"Do you want honesty?" Desira asked genuinely.

"Yes, please."

"I'm not sure. What I saw was unsettling but it doesn't help that I don't exactly remember any of it. I want to be of use, but I'm not sure what I can do to help at this point. It just kind of makes me feel useless."

"Do all Stilinski's wallow in self doubt?"

Desira snapped her eyes angerily at Brett, "And just what in the hell does that mean?"

"You all are incredibly smart and useful and yet you all have no faith in yourselves. You put up a sarcastic front but you genuinely are affected by others."

Desira didn't say a word. Instead she let a heavy breath out and sat back in the passenger seat, she didn't have a rebuttal because he made a good point. Brett watched her carefully, he had been doing so since the first time they had met in the woods. However, he left his thoughts blank to which Desira wasn't sure if she appreciated it or hated it. Instead she figured talking would be a better bet between the two.

"Stilinski's always seem to have something shitty happen to them. Stiles lost his mom to a disease. I lost mine to a killer. Not to mention what I was like before I had super healing and mind reading."

Desira's throat was beginning to tighten up. She swallowed hard and looked at Brett who had already been watching her. The moment her eyes met his, she couldn't hold her tough act together. A tear made it's way down her face before she turned away from Brett. Before she knew it, more fell and she quietly shook. Brett pulled her towards him with caution and gentleness, and put an arm around her shoulder.

After a few moments of the silent crying, Desira sniffed and started to become limp. She fell asleep with ease probably due to exhaustion and Brett slid her back into her own seat. He began the trip to Desira's home and sat in silence. However, now that Desira lay asleep, his thoughts ran wildly. They bounced around inside his head as he looked at Desira from the corner of his eye. Once he had arrived to his destination, he looked to find Desira still sound asleep.

Brett picked Desira up with ease, carrying her bridal style up to the porch. He knocked gently on the door and waited for a response. A few seconds later, Stiles opened the door with a tired look on his face. Once he processed the situation he defensively attempted to grab Desira, almost dropping her in return. Brett kept a firm hold of her to ensure she didn't take an unnecessary tumble at her cousin's clumsiness.

"I can fill you in if you let me take her to her bed," Brett had said, looking down at the girl in his arms.

Stiles opened the door wider in response and pointed upstairs, a slight look of distain on his features. Slowly, Brett made his way upstairs and into the empty room he assumed was Desira's, nothing but a bed and chair were in the room. He sat Desira on her bed and turned to find Stiles in the doorway.

Stiles turned out of the door and Brett followed to a room slightly up the hall from Desira's. Inside the room sat all kinds of papers, red string across cork boards, and a dry erase board. He could only assume it belonged to Stiles.

"So, what happened to Desira?" Stiles asked with a protectiveness in his tone.

Brett launched into his story of a text from the younger girl, how it then proceeded to the woods, the hole, Desira falling and lastly Desira crying. Brett was unsure if he should mention the tears of the girl but didn't want Stiles to misunderstand anything. Stiles stared off into the hall towards the way his little cousin lay sound asleep.

"I guess she's had a pretty tough night. Thank you for bringing her home safely," Stiles told Brett without looking at him.

Brett took this as his sign to leave, he gave a simple, "no problem," and made his way to his car. After tonight, he wasn't so sure Desira was the spoiled brat he had initially met at the lacrosse field.

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