Trouble Maker ** Stiles Stilinski [MAJOR EDITING]

I Was Putty In Your Hands

At the end of his first month there, Robin was really curious about what Scott and Stiles did in their free time. He knew it involved something dangerous, Stiles always came by with new bruises and scratches. Somehow, Scott managed to come out unscathed every time and the one time he asked Stiles about it, he waved it off and steered the conversation away with a new topic. Still, Robin was intrigued and really wanted to know what they did when they were gone for hours on end.

He wanted to follow them one night, but he got stuck in a phone call with Brandon and Josh. They were planning on moving down with Big Josie that week, but Remmy wasn't giving any definite answers. So, Brandon was still stuck in Chicago. Robin was a hop, skip, and a jump away from calling Remmington himself, but he knew Remmy wouldn't answer the phone if his name flashed across the screen.

At the moment, Stiles and Scott were out. So, Robin was laying on the couch, bored out of his mind, trying to get Stiles to answer the phone.

Messages:

Robin

Stiles

Dude

Answer the phone

I need to talk to you

Bro

Guy man

My lil donut

My broskey

Wait, not my broskey

That's Josh

You can stay the lil donut

Lil donut

Stiles

Robin, I'm really busy right now. Can this wait?

Robin

Yeah.

Robin sighed and brought the phone down away from in front of his face. He wanted to talk to someone, but he didn't want his conversation to be emotionally draining. So, instead, he chose to put on a playlist and fall asleep.

'Take care of yourself'

'But carry the whole world'

'Just forget that it hurts'

He dozed off easily.

Robin woke up to the sound of the door slamming, and excited shouts. "I know Scott, but think about it!"

Robin zoned Stiles' shouts out and fell back asleep.

"ROBIN STELLARIS MCCALL!" Robin swore to god that he was going to demolish whoever was standing above him after he startled himself off the couch.

"What?" He grumbled, rubbing his eyes of sleep. He tried to focus on who was standing in front of him, but he yawned and his face scrunched up.

"You didn't tell me that you had a cute cousin." Robin furrowed his brows. That voice was definitely Maria's, but she wasn't supposed to visit for another few days.

"Ri?" He sat up as Maria crouched down to him with concerned gaze. He tried to respond, but his mouth wouldn't move.

"Binny?" He tried to make a sound, but it was like someone had poured concrete on his vocal chords. "ROBIN!" He tried to reach out, tell her he was okay, but an invisible man held down his arms and sat on his legs; he couldn't move.

"Robin?" Stiles walked into the room just as Robin fell over unconscious. Maria started freaking out. Scott was already on the phone with Melissa and Stiles was frozen as he stared at Robin's still body.

Robin could hear everything that was going on, but he couldn't see. Okay, he thought, my eyes are shut, but when he tried to open them, they didn't move. He was freaking out and on the verge of a panic attack, something he hadn't had since he moved to Beacon Hills.

"Hey, Maria?" Maria looked to Stiles from where she was pacing the room, glancing at Robin every second. Stiles was by Robin as his body was laid across the couch. His brows were furrowed as he focused on Robin's chest.

It had stopped moving.

"What?" She rushed to Stiles and knelt next to him.

"He stopped breathing. Scott! He stopped Breathing!" Stiles muttered a series of cuss words with a few 'oh my god's and shakily grabbed Robin's hand.

Robin was able to draw in a sharp gasp, but he still couldn't open his eyes. He felt a warmth in his hand that made his fingers twitch, but that was it. He still couldn't move.

"Alright," Scott came rushing into the room and grabbed Robin like he weighed nothing. Maria would have raised a brow if she hadn't been able to do the same thing. "Mom says that, until she can make it here, take him to Deaton. He might be able to help." Stiles and Maria nodded.

They followed Scott out the door and climbed in the Jeep after Scott laid him down across the backseat. Stiles tossed him the keys and climbed in the back with Robin as Maria climbed in the passenger seat. He moved Robin's head to his lap.

"So," Scott started awkwardly. "Maria." Stiles barely focused on the conversation; he was biting his nails on one hand and staring out the window as he ran his other hand through Robin's curls. "Is your last name a coincidence or..." He trailed off and Maria shook her head as he looked back at Stiles through the rear view.

"No, My last name is through relation." She said as she turned her body in the chair to face Scott and also see Robin in her peripheral.

"How? Robin's my only cousin, how are you related?" Scott glanced at her before moving his eyes back to the road.

Maria sighed heavily and muttered something in french that Scott could hear, but didn't understand. Stiles looked up, about to ask a question, but he forgot it when Maria spoke.

"Robin is my husband."