Trouble Maker ** Stiles Stilinski [MAJOR EDITING]

Trouble Trouble Maker

Brandon sighed. They had left Robin in the ice and everyone but Josh and Maria, who were holding both of Robin's hands and taking his pain away, gathered around the examination table. Scott watched them Brandon carefully.

He didn't smell a like werewolf. He smelled different.

"Look," Brandon leaned against the table on his forearms. "Before I start to explain, you have to understand something. Anything we did, everything we did was to protect Robin and his secret." He scanned everyone's face and continued when Stiles nodded.

"Okay. When Robin was eight, he started having trouble with himself, depression, anxiety, the works." Brandon ran his hand through his hair and sighed again. "He went to a doctor, they said see a therapist. He went to the therapist, they said see this guy who lived in Sydney. He went to Sydney, saw the guy and, like, four others. Finally, they told him that he had a gift, that he was special."

"What kind of gift?" Scott took a step away from the table, the light above it hurting his eyes, and leant against the counter with his arms crossed. Brandon glanced up at him before looking back down at the table.

"Robin had the ability to heal. Himself and others. That's what that light was, right before we walked in. He can heal himself if he has access to his mind. Last time he went out, he wasn't awake or mentally there, he couldn't  Glow."

"Glow?" Brandon nodded at Stiles.

"Yeah, it's what we called it after he lit up a bunch of street lights one night."

"But, his gift, it didn't mess with the lights." Josh sighed and walked over to Stiles. He set a hand on his shoulder. Stiles recoiled and clutched his arm. "Dude, what the hell?!"

"What? What did I do?" Josh looked concerned. His eyes flickered back and forth between his hand and Stiles' arm. Stiles pulled up his sleeve and everyone was surprised to see grey spots in the shape of Josh's fingers. "What the..." Josh bent down and inspected Stiles before looking at Brandon and shrugging.

"Bro, what did you do?" Brandon walked over and held a hand over Stiles' arm and when he removed it, the grey spots were gone.

"How did you do that?" Stiles looked up at Brandon and Brandon's eyes flickered to him.

"I'm a healer too, but on a lesser level. I can only do small things, like bruises and small scars. Robin, if he wanted to? He could cure plagues." Josh scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"Not like he would ever do it, though." Brandon shrugged but gave a nod.

"True, but his reasoning is solid." Josh gave an unimpressed look and Brandon rolled his eyes. It seemed as if they were having conversations, but neither of them said anything. Maria wiped her hand on her pants as she walked over and looked at Stiles. She set a hand on his shoulder and deep, black veins started running through her.

"Aaagh!" She flicked her hand up and down repeatedly. "Why are you in so much pain?!" She asked appalled, gripping her arm tightly to herself. Stiles glanced around the room nervously.

"Uhm, it's nothing. I'm fine." Scott narrowed his eyes when Stiles' heart skipped.

"Dude, if something's hurting you, we gotta know." Stiles waved it off with a flick of his wrist.

"Don't worry about it." Maria narrowed her eyes this time, but left it alone when Robin gasped and shot up. He rolled out of the water and laid on the floor on his back, taking in deep breaths.

"Robin!" She rushed over and Deaton left the room to find a towel. Robin tilted his head to see everyone else. Maria punched him in the shoulder and Robin's head snapped to her.

"OW! What the hell, Maria?!" She raised an eyebrow at him and he cowered away.

"You know damn well what that was for. Now, let me help you up." Robin wrapped an arm around her and groaned when she stood up too quickly.

"Nothing's broken, Maria, but everything's still bruised." She winked at him and he rolled his eyes. Deaton walked back in with a towel and Melissa wrapped it around Robin. "Thanks."

When Robin was finally settled and everyone had kind of calmed down, he turned to Stiles. "Holy shit, you're in a lot of pain." Robin glanced all around Stiles and Stiles turned away under the heavy stare with a blush. Brandon smirked.

"What?" Scott stepped beside Stiles with a concerned frown. "What d'you mean?"

"I can see it." Robin tilted his head towards Stiles. "It's hurting you, a lot more than you think it is." He said softly. Stiles' heart stuttered and even Scott and his oblivious ass couldn't ignore what that meant.

"I'm fine." Stiles strained before he got up and left. Robin stood up to follow him, but Maria and Melissa held him back. He watched with sad eyes as Stiles left.

"I still need to check on you." Melissa said. He sat back down and let his aunt run her tests. When she was done- Finally, he thought but didn't say out loud- Robin ran out the door and followed the pain signal that connected itself to Stiles.

Robin came across a clearing in the Beacon Hills Preserve and looked around. He couldn't sense Stiles anymore, but someone else. "Stiles!" Crunching leaves were heard and Robin rushed towards them.

Derek stood there with a passive look on his face. "This is private property."

Robin held up his hands in defense. "Hey, dude. I'm just looking for my friend." Derek rolled his eyes and pulled his hands out of his pockets to cross his arms.

"He's fine." Robin raised an eyebrow and Derek's eyes narrowed. Robin rolled his eyes and waved a lazy hand towards him.

"You're another one, aren't you?" Derek huffed and rolled his own eyes.

"I don't know what you're talking about. Leave." Robin threw his hands up and looked around in silent disbelief.

"Great, you are. Listen, I just need to see Stiles, he's in a lot of pain," Robin's eyebrows furrowed. "Or he was. I just- I need to talk to him." He gave Derek a desperate look and Derek muttered something under his breath that sounded a lot like teenagers.

"No." He said firmly. Robin sighed in resignation.

"Fine, but don't think for a second that I won't come back." Derek gave a yeah-sure look and Robin sighed before turning around and walking away. Robin turned around to say something else, but Derek was already gone.

So, Robin shoved his hands in his still damp pockets and walked away, looking back every time something behind him rustled and moved.