The Argent Twins > Teen Wolf [Stiles Stilinski]

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Omega

It's been a few days since my father has threaten Stiles. A few days since Lydia has been admitted to the hospital. A few days since Kate has died. A few days since my world has flipped.

I'm currently sat with Stiles in his Jeep just laying there with him as we just talk about what has happened.

"I don't know how I feel about all of this." I mumble quietly as I begin playing with his fingers.

But before he can answer I hear a gun cock. Not a second later Stiles is being pulled out of the car by my father. I let out a gasp as I get out of the car and see him pointing a gun at his head.

"No, dad! Dad! He saved our lives!" I sob out as I start gripping his shirt. "He saved my life your life, he saved both your daughters' lives." I sob out as I keep on pulling on his shirt.

Put he doesn't pull away he keeps glaring at Stiles. I look at Stiles and see that he has tears in his eyes but he's not looking at my father he's looking directly at me. I just let out a sob as I say those next words that I know I'll regret.

"Please let him go, and I'll do I'll do whatever you want! Okay? I swear. I won't-- I won't see him again. I promise, ever again, dad." I sob out as I finally see him loosening his grip on Stiles's shirt.

"Please, dad, please. Please! Please!" I say while continuing sobbing. He finally pulls away and looks directly at me while glaring "Never again." As he walks away.

As he does that I quickly engulf Stiles in a hug as I continue sobbing. He doesn't hesitate and hugs me tighter than he ever has before.

That was a couple days ago...

-=+=-

Lydia gets out of the hospital bed grunting softly. As soon as that grunt leaves her mouth I'm right by her side helping her.

"You want help getting in the shower?" Lydia's father asks her.

Lydia and I just both roll our eyes as she says, "Maybe if I was four. And still taking bubble baths." I try to stifle my laughter which causes her to let out a small smile.

"Right, I'll just wait outside then. Where it's slightly less sarcastic." Lydia father's mutters as he slowly walks out the door.

I help Lydia to the bathroom. As she starts getting undressed I turn on the faucet squeaks. I turn around and see Lydia just looking at me smiling. I give her a quick smile as I leave her to take a shower.