𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐲 ▷ Stiles Stilinski¹

55|what am i?

I felt like that scene in the clinic took forever to write

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My friends need me.

That was the only thought going through my head as I drove away from my home. Well, that, and that Charlotte was going to kill me as soon as she laid eyes on me.

Now I stood in Derek's loft as Stiles began to go over the plan. I had no idea whether it would work, but I needed to support them either way.

I wanted to listen to him speak, but I was too distracted. On the spiral staircase in the corner sat Peter, the only person left living who knew what I was. That I was aware of at least.

My powers were already beginning to manifest within me, but I still felt the urge to know what I was. Who I am. Too understand why my mother thought I would be able to help Scott, and why she didn't tell me sooner.

But nothing with Peter was ever easy, which I learnt the last time I asked him.

My thoughts were interrupted by Stiles yelling and falling to the ground. "He could do it," he told us all as he stood up and walked around, cradling his wrist.

"I'll get through the wall," The Alpha stated.
Had Derek punched Stiles? Stiles cries from the background only lead me to believe that he had.
"Who's following me down?"

"Don't look at me," Peter tuned into the conversation. "I'm not up to fighting speed yet, and honestly, with Isaac out of commission, you're not looking at very good odds for yourself."

Wow, how optimistic.
"So I'm supposed to just let them die?" Derek asked in a way that the answer was blatantly clear.

"One of them is already dead," Peter shrugged.

Derek glared at him, "We don't know that."

"Do I have to remind you what we're up against here? A pack of Alphas. All of them killers. And if that's not enough to scare your testicles back into your stomach, try to remember that two of them combine bodies to form one giant Alpha."
The twins who were there when my mother died, that had to be them.
"I'm sure Erica and Boyd were sweet kids. They're gonna be missed."

"Can someone kill him again, please?" Stiles asked what we were all thinking.

Putting my hand up, I nodded, "I second that."

"Derek, seriously, not worth the risk," Peter told his nephew.

Ignoring Peter, I turned to Derek. "I'm small enough to fit," I volunteered. "I could help."

"No offence," Derek started, "But I saw you at my house. I don't know what you are, but I do know you don't have complete control yet. I need certainty or we'll just be putting them at more risk."

He had no idea how hard I had trained while I was away. Just because I had let my emotions get to me that one time didn't mean that I had no control at all. Stiles had just thrown me off centre at Derek's. I wouldn't let my emotions get the better of me when it mattered.

Derek proceeded to turn away from me without waiting for a response, "What about you?"

Stiles shrugged, "Yeah, if you want me to come. . ."

"Not you," Derek was quick to cut him off.

"Scott," Stiles nodded.

Scott had been awfully quiet, content with listening to everyone maybe. So when he did speak, his voice was low, "I don't know about Erica. But if Boyd's still alive, we have to do something. We have to try."