Take My Love ➵ Stilinski

Operation: Save Kira

I leaned on the side of Stiles' Jeep while he tried to get the Jeep to start. Since we're getting the pack back together it's only far to include Roscoe. I grab the light and positioned it to where he could see what he was doing.

I look up at Stiles, "Have I ever told you how attractive when you go all mechanic mode?"

"No." Stiles smiled at me. "No you haven't."

I grab his shirt and pull him towards me, "Liar."

He chuckles as he presses his lips against mine. I wrap my arms around his neck to pull him closer. God I could never get tired of kissing him.

"I love you." I say as I pull away.

"I love you, too." He give me another kiss. A cough interupts us. I look up to see Scott looking at us. I let out a small laugh when I see Scott getting embarrassed.

"So, what did Liam want?" I ask leaning back on the Jeep. Liam passed us going inside not too long ago. It's the first time I've seen him since the incident.

"To help." Scott answered.

"You gonna let him?" Stiles asked.

Scott sighed, "Eventually, I guess."

"Okay, but shouldn't he be a little higher on your priority list right now?" Stiles asked. I" mean, since he's your only actual Beta."

"You didn't see the way that he came at me. You didn't see the look in his eyes." Scott told us.

"Well, I've been with you on a full moon." Stiles looked at the both of us. "Both of you. So I've seen that look. You want to get the band back together, Scott, you don't leave out the drummer."

Stiles walks to the driver's side and turns the key in the ignition. All three of us looked at each other shocked when the Jeep started.

Stiles ran up beside us, "Success!"

We all load in the Jeep. And of course, as usual, Scott kicks me to the back. I look beside me to see the rest of the seat and floor covered in bottles for the Jeep.

"How come every single time we go to Mexico I'm cramped up in the back seat?" I groan. Scott looked to the back seat and then back at Stiles.

"It's a minor leak." Stiles says.

I scoff, "Stiles, I can barely move."

"Very minor." He said ignoring my statement.

***

"I think the Jeep's overheating again." I groan flipping through the book in my lap. Over half the bottle are gone.

"Probably." Stiles said.

"Should we pull over and put more antifreeze in it?" Scott asked. "

Stiles sighed, "No, we can just turn the heat on."

The hot air blasted through the already hot jeep. I let out another groan and roll down the window.

"You find anything yet?" Stiles asked.

"We already know most of this." I say. "Damnatio memoriae was a Roman practice, a government decree to destroy the images of the damned. And they would scratch off their names from inscriptions, chisel their face off of statues. The Romans believed it was a punishment worse than death."

"Being forgotten." Stiles told us.

"Listen to this." Scott spoke up, "Damnatio Memoriae, was later used on a serial killer in 1598, known as the Demon Tailor. He lured children into his shop in Paris where he would kill them and boil the flesh off their bones to eat. The courts believed the crimes so horrible, they ordered all the documents destroyed. To this day, no one knows his real name."